Cultured Animal Retires

We created a lot of good stuff.

It was a good run.

But it’s time to retire this entity.

If you’d like to keep up with my new writings, scribblings and other portfolio stuff, check out my new blog at

Also, all Cultured Animal videos and music have a permanent home in progress over at the Cultured Animal tab. So thanks to everyone who worked on these projects through the years! And thanks to those of you watching/listening.

All the best,


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The Real Story of Clarion and Lloyd Suh

Bitter Gertrude

I don’t have any insider information. But I’ve been both teaching theatre in the university system and producing professional theatre for over 20 years, and I’m sick of the articles being written about this that have no understanding of what we do or how we do it.

Marilouise Michel of Clarion University wanted to produce Lloyd Suh’s Jesus in India, but never completed the licensing agreement, or responded to the agent when asked about casting. Michel cast with all white actors, including the roles written for East Indian actors. The rights, having never been granted, were denied.

Here’s what happened: In January, Clarion asks for a copy of the play. In May, they inform Lloyd they’re adapting it into a musical. For those of you unfamiliar with IP copyright, this is illegal if done without author permission. Lloyd generously tells Clarion that’s fine if it’s just a classroom exercise, but he (obviously)…

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Film Editing Education: Rules (or Guidelines)

As I ready to give The Tumble a final chopping, some fine advice…

W(A/O)NDERING Filmmaking

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“I want to be an Editor!” I remember my young self saying those words proudly on my first day of Film School. It might have been because of the fascination I had towards the equipment (I had the unusual chance to experience tape-to-tape editing during my childhood and the rise of ‘affordable’ NLE’s created an entire new world for me to explore). It might have been the appeal of a quieter environment, when compared to the busy life on set.  Or, I’d like to believe, I was already aware that editing is an excellent directing school (but clearly, I was not).

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ERICKSON: Clearly no one cared to gather, did they?

WINNIFRED: I’m sorry Father, I told everyone at the store…

ERICKSON: Don’t trouble yourself, Winnifred. You’re here and that is all that matters.

WINNIFRED: But this is disgraceful. Don’t you find this disgraceful?

ERICKSON: A little, yes. But at the end of the day, we are only responsible for doing our part.

WINNIFRED: Then what’s my part Father? I have a feeling I overstepped my bounds with this mess.

ERICKSON: Did you care about Erma?

WINNIFRED: Yes, of course! That’s why this is so disappointing. I don’t even know why we’re even putting her ashes in the ground.

ERICKSON: Is this not what she wanted? I thought you were following her wishes.

WINNIFRED: Did you have any conversations with her on Sundays? After mass?

ERICKSON: I’m certain we spoke plenty of times–

WINNIFRED: –Because she was there every sunday.

ERICKSON: And as I mentioned to you, we spoke plenty. I understand what you’re asking and I will tell you: it is unfounded remorse, what you are feeling.

WINNIFRED: Oh Father, I wish we could wrap this feeling in a bow and call it remorse.

ERICKSON: I apologize for offering my support.

WINNIFRED: Please don’t. You’re in the right to correct me. This is not my affair. I am only here to pay my respects. Even if I am the only one, I should not be glorified for taking the time to show up. Though I must say, I appreciate you taking the time to show up on short notice.

ERICKSON: I am merely a servant, Winnifred. We are on the same boat, so there will be no glorifying me either.

WINNIFRED: This is awful, can we place the urn in the ground already?

ERICKSON: I will follow your lead.

WINNIFRED: Coming from a priest, I find that horribly distasteful.

ERICKSON: Winnifred to be honest, you have been distasteful all afternoon.

WINNIFRED: Excuse me?

The priest takes the urn from the cremation table and puts it in the ground.

WINNIFRED (CONT’D): Father Erickson, what are you doing?!

ERICKSON: May the love of God and the peace of the Lord Jesus Christ bless and console us and gently wipe every tear from our eyes: in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

He starts to leave.

WINNIFRED: Father! Father Erickson don’t you leave, do you hear?!

ERICKSON: Go home, Winnifred. She won’t hold it against you.

Winnifred lingers, even after he’s nowhere to be seen.