Pretty wiped after the long week of covering the news and being a part of the Smile & Breathe event at the Falcon Club. I would have crawled under the covers and hibernated all weekend if not for the fact that a friend of mine was selected to have his work included in the NAACP Festival of 10 Minute Plays which itself was a part of the NAACP Theater Festival.
That's my friend, Kevin Stith in the photo above to the right. He wrote and produced. The man on the left is his director, Lee Pugsley.
The festival was being held this past weekend at the Los Angeles Theater Center on Spring Street in downtown.
It was an all day event, but I couldn't stay all day. I was already feeling loopy, but it also wasn't possible for me to just sit at home and maybe miss something.
What to do?
I'm glad I made it out. The 10 minute plays I caught were pretty freaking cool.
I was also thinking how it's been several weeks since I last set foot in a movie theater. The summer months have been leaving me pretty disappointed in Hollywood's ability to entertain me without pandering.
I hope someone from Hollywood was in the audience and I hope they were taking notes on who these people were (on stage as well as behind the scenes).
I enjoyed the writing. I enjoyed the performances. The stories were perfect in their simplicity and beautiful in their sincerity.
I applauded them and will continue to wish them all well. Not just for their sakes.
Seriously, I'm gonna vomit if I have to watch one more un-funny, un-original, Hollywood watered down, written and performed for the lowest common denominator, marketed to morons, piece of Hollywood summer en-ter-tain-ment.
Take some risks. Be creative.
Screw it, I'll wait for these guys and gals.