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A Brief Observation Upon My Return from NYC

June 4, 2017

We live in an age with a profusion of material comforts and a paucity of aesthetic ones. But I sense the change, see the evidence of it happening before my eyes, even where I’d not considered it possible. We who agree on this — and you know who you are implicitly — will nourish it, foster it and bring it to fruition in time.

Sofia Helin

May 19, 2017

Here’s another Swede — after Hedda Stiernstet about whom I’ve not posted but will — who mightily impresses me on the small screen: Sofia Helin in The Bridge. 
Is my admiration only because I am unable to parse the language, the vocal inflections? Or does she really have something? Partly the former, I think, but definitely the latter. 
The actress plays a detective with superior police skills and a mastery of facts but a complete lack of awareness of the the personal sensibilities of others, often brutally, and yet she is not malevolent. I am entirely persuaded.
Here’s the video with Dag Malmberg as her superior officer, a man of patience and experience, with precisely the sensibilities her character of Saga lacks, evident immediately at the start of the dialog, even without understand the language. 
From an article in the Telegraph (UK, 2015): “Becoming Saga, she explains, requires a lot of physical effort. She has to change the way she talks, holds her head, moves; has to become straighter, tenser, more alert. ‘It’s like a vice gripping all over my body,’ she explains.”

Wynt’s Audio Parody of “Gone with the Wind”

May 18, 2017

Here’s a production I don’t think I have ever shared. 

(Listen with the audio player at the bottom of this post).

“Gone with the Wind.”  Well, really gone! I do the voices in this parody meant for the stage, but delivered in audio.

The scene is a small theater in a mid-sized third tier town, run by a superannuated and usually drunken producer, Maury Mishpucha, whose last good credit was in 1946. His cousin owns the theater, which he keeps only because he can’t sell it. Assorted has-beens and hacks populate the stage, playing to an audience of bums. They don’t get far into the production, when Wally the Wino perks up and starts heckling, Larry the Lip offends Sir Prolix Verbose (ask me to do him for you when we meet) and all hell breaks loose.

Featuring my characters:

Victor Vampire
Miss Verity Take
Dr. Ruth as Ruth Gordon
Jimmy Stewart impersonator Stewart Jimmy
Bobby Bowels
Dalek the Alcoholic
Toshio Mifune’s Third Cousin twice removed
Festus from Bonanza
Lady Bracknell (in pumps)
Lenny in the Grapes of Wrath (as done by Mel Blanc)
Curly Howard
and many more…

The sound design is by John Colucci, with whom I worked at when they had a budget for internet theater. Ages ago. But you will enjoy it.


May 15, 2017

A few delightful images of myself and fellow cast members in the SAG-AFTRA staged reading of Norry Niven’s, Six Painted Ladies, at the Margo Jones Theater, Dallas, TX.

In the staged reading of Norry’s short film, I played Valfierno, a French con artist, who plays with the fulcrum of the ingenue to lever out the dough from her oil baron father.  Having sold the Eiffel Tower any number of times, he is confident that he can sell the Mona Lisa.  The film is set in Texas in the early 20th century. 

In this first image, Valfierno pushes on the fulcrum of the ingenue Mrs. Waggoner in order to lever the dough out of her oil baron husband (bourbon-napping upstage center).

Shondra Marie, Doug Jackson, Tommy Habeeb, Wendy Pennington, Wyntner Woody

I am tempted to caption this, “Cher Madame Waggoner, do you happen to have any Grey Poupon?

Doug Jackson, Tommy Habeeb, Wendy Pennington, Wyntner Woody

Photography courtesy of John R. Strange and the Selig Polyscope Company.

Wynt to Read Valfierno in Norry Niven Script

May 2, 2017

I’m very pleased to say that I will read the role of Valfierno (a Frenchman and a con man), in Norry Niven’s Six Painted Ladies, set in early 20th century Texas, at the SAG-AFTRA Script-to-Screen in Dallas on Sunday, May 7.


May 2, 2017

I do smile to myself when people call me Woody. (Rather than Wynt.) Happens a lot. The first name gives them some trouble, I am sure.

Of course, my dear father, Wellington Woody, and my mother, Wisteria Woody nee Womble, (Wiscount and Wiscountess of West Worcestershire) would not find it amusing.

As mother was wont to say, “Weawy! One wishes a wittul bit mow wespect.” Father would just stand there and twiddle his monocle.

Jingle Parade! is back in action!

April 27, 2017

Jingle Parade! is back in action. Here’s a past episode I particularly enjoy, I mean, me, myself, personally. The audio recording is all the way down the bottom of the page. Recorded in Grit City by real human beings.
Fake British accents done American-style, filthy language children should be exposed to at some point in their lives and a music hall tap dance routine performed by the Wynt’s Welsh cousin, Wellington Womble Woody.

I’m Not “Feeling,” I’m Working (Bill Nighy on Acting)

April 26, 2017

Here’s a video for the young performer especially, in which Bill Nighy, about as subtle an actor as one can think of, upsets the apple cart a bit. Just delightful to hear it!
That said, it may confuse a young actor in training and anger some instructors (just guessing), but I’m hoping you can take it. There is great value in an intelligent iconoclasm that can deliver results, no?
This is the man who did Eliza Doolittle and a randomly chosen Caesario (Viola) for his drama school audition 40 years ago (which, after acceptance, he religiously skipped out on).

The Everyman Plays Redux and Young Performers

April 24, 2017

I was watching a marketing video produced by the National Theatre (the actors on stage looked fantastic) and to my surprise heard the speakers use the term “relevant” several times, i.e., the work is “relevant.” I caught my breath each time with a larger intake of air (and the air has to go somewhere, you know).  

“Relevant” is just another way of lessening the blow of “deadly dull.” (Sounds like something Noel Coward might have said, appending phrase-end “old boy.”) But the implication is you must still watch because there’s a moral in here somewhere for you. “I want to show you what life really is (and how miserable it is)!” But “this is how you must live instead!”

Evidently, the Everyman plays weren’t just a phenomenon of the Middle Ages.

On the other hand, when I see something like this, I am most heartened. (The young dancer is Emma Rubinowitz — I don’t mean the music.) I have met more than a few talented young performers, mostly in the South, whose aesthetic expression is focused upon revealed Beauty (I get to cap one noun in each post, otherwise, you’d think German my first language). Amoral and apolitical — and delightful and meaningful in every respect.

I do believe — for I’ve seen it — there exists a stratum of impressive youngsters less inspired by the ideas of culture their parents held, reaching, perhaps as yet unknowingly or subconsciously, for something far more nourishing and coming up with something like this. A trend that we who think similarly must find a way to encourage.

Orson Welles, Falstaff, Dean Martin and Theater

March 30, 2017

Here, in just under 6 minutes, is everything in theater that is valuable to me. And to those of you who understand this as I do (and there are many of you, I have come to learn).

And to think, at one time in this country, only two generations ago, this kind of fare could be seen every week on network television, nationwide. Shall we ever see its like again?