Love for Slings and Arrows

30 March 2009

“Theatre is about what happens right now in front of an audience. For me Richard, theatre’s very nature is ephemeral, it’s only reason for being is to tell the story that absolutely needs to be heard. People are so sick of being sold to, of being bombarded, they want a place to go where they can actually hear the truth.”

From Slings and Arrows, “The Promised End” Season 3, Episode 6

Tom  and I thoroughly enjoyed watching Slings and Arrows. It’s very difficult to go back to watching regular television (for as little as I watch). This Canadian television mini-series just doesn’t compare.

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  1. tom
    Posted 27 April 2009 at 3:30 pm | Permalink

    Fantastic miniseries. Makes me want to visit Canada, eh. And learn more aboot its theatre scene.

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