Oh, fuck you!
Heyman has fashioned a monologue illustrating a predicament that is, in equal measure, fantastical and familiar, cathartic and confounding, amusing and abhorrent!
In short, it is steeped in and reeks of the truths inherent in the business end of our craft, the end run by overblown amateurs with an inflated sense of their own and their institution’s importance to their meager and isolated cultural landscapes.
I am simultaneously furious and vindicated!
And again I say to this producer… fuuuuck youuuuu!
Oh, fuck you!
Heyman has fashioned a monologue illustrating a predicament that is, in equal measure, fantastical and familiar, cathartic and confounding, amusing and abhorrent!
In short, it is steeped in and reeks of the truths inherent in the business end of our craft, the end run by overblown amateurs with an inflated sense of their own and their institution’s importance to their meager and isolated cultural landscapes.
I am simultaneously furious and vindicated!
And again I say to this producer… fuuuuck youuuuu!