Reviews

Today was my first liaison with critical reception. It was confusing, disturbing and it hurt a little. Seriously, though, it's kind of indicative of what I think every actor goes through. There are two major Oxford newspapers, one is called the Cherwell and the other is the Oxford Student. The Cherwell is, I think, the bigger deal, because it's got a nicer website and it's been around for longer. The Cherwell's review of the play was generally favorable, but they thought my performance was a bit wooden. The OxStu (yay for abbreviation!) was a little less enthusiastic about the play as a whole, but thought my performance was "chilling and compelling." If this proves anything it proves that critical opinion means virtually nothing unless you spread it around a little. There was a tiny pang of hurt when I read the Cherwell review, but nothing serious, which is good. The only person's approval I'm really looking for is a particular audience member. The director mentioned to me that Patrick Stewart, of Star Trek and X-Men fame, might be attending. If I get a pat on the back and something like a "good stuff, man, good stuff," then I can die happy.