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Bathsheba Rachel Nemerovski knows all the words to “We Didn’t Start the Fire” by Billy Joel!!!

All of them.

Get tickets, directions, see pictures and read more about the show at: www.silverbullettrailer.com

and check out our recent reviews… from legitimate sources too! No people with no credentials amongst this lot.

http://theater2.nytimes.com/2008/04/03/theater/reviews/03silv.html?ref=arts

http://nymag.com/listings/theater/silver-bullet-trailer/

http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/showpage.php?t=silv6581

Wedensday through Saturday at 8pm.

The Ohio Theater
66 Wooster Street
(between Spring & Broome)

By Subway: Take the 6, N, R, C, or E.
* 6-train to Spring Street - walk west six blocks to Wooster, take a left.

* N, R - trains to Prince Street - walk west four blocks to Wooster, take a left, proceed 1 1/2 blocks

* C, E - trains to Spring Street - walk east four blocks to Wooster, take a right

The Ohio Theatre is midway between Spring and Broome on the east side of Wooster.

By car: We are just minutes from the Holland Tunnel and the Williamsburg or Manhattan Bridges. From the Holland Tunnel, take 6th Avenue north to Spring Street, take a right on Spring to Wooster and another right on Wooster. From the Bridges, head west to West Broadway. From the Manhattan Bridge, follow Canal Street west and take a right on West Broadway to Spring Street and follow the directions above. From the Williamsburg Bridge, stay straight on Delancey until it turns into Broome Street. Take Broome to West Broadway, take a right to Spring Street, take another right and follow the directions above. There is street parking in the area and a large surface lot on the corner of Grand and Broadway.

In SILVER BULLET TRAILER, an unborn child runs away from home and travels through a western dreamscape meeting casualties of American ambition: cowboys, Indians, hookers, and magicians. Meanwhile, his expectant mother’s nightmares play out onstage until they meet again.

From the playwright, Julie Shavers:

Sometimes I think we forget what a ridiculous thing it is to grow another person inside one’s body. It’s a human thing. One of the few things we all have in common regardless of race, class or gender. We all had a unique birth experience that was a matter of life and death. We each shared this experience with another person and whether we like our mamas or not we’re part of them by virtue of having spent time in their entrails. Such closeness breeds intense unexpected emotion and it’s from this fertile place that Silver Bullet Trailer is born.

Nothing says America to me like a broken down airstream trailer. I think it’s the ambition of buying a house on wheels failing as it sits motionless and rusts. I love that it’s enormous and shiny like a spaceship yet personal like a nest. I saw quite a few of these marooned on patches of dirt out west bedecked with flags and Christmas lights. It was like seeing the age of the American idealist sun bleached and decomposing. It’s this lonesome, ragged beauty that I want to explore.

I don’t feel called to preach. But, I do feel like I want to shine a light on what is true and hilarious in this life. It’s sometimes glorious, sometimes awful and sometimes difficult to tell the difference. The characters of Spider and Man are voices that sprung from anxiety dreams. When I first moved to New York I spent a year assisting Saikou Diallo in running a foundation dedicated to the memory of his son Amadou, a young Guinean, who was shot forty one times by the NYPD. It was amazing how quickly the whole thing was swept under the rug. I doubt this would have been the case were he a rich white kid. As a middle class southern white woman with a half Cherokee grandma I was inspired to take a good look at where I came from, how people treat each other and how human callousness continues to manifest over generations.

Why is one person more important than another? Why do we dehumanize each other? Why doesn’t it hurt more to see a murdered body on TV? Is it a good idea to bring new life into this world? I don’t have the answers, but hopefully this play will inspire those who see it to ask the questions. And to laugh because life is ridiculous.

love-

me

“i’d be safe and warm, if i was in l.a.”

merry christmas to all of you, happy hannukah to some. I’m pleased to announce that my improvisational fake documentary has been invited to another festival, and now the disenfranchised film works is no longer bi-curious, we are bi-costal.

so if you like driving drunk AND attending AA, if you think silicon is for more than just your computer, if you find that you’re more often in an acting class than an acting job- then you might be close enough to see a screening of:

“OFF OFF BROADWAY”
a movie, years in the making starring myself and my disastrously funny compatriots at Disenfranchised. some moments are too true to be watched while others are too improbable to miss. follow us as we attempt to produce an off off broadway play: indie theatre the way it actually is.

i know it is new years day, but so far our movie has a history of screening near major holidays. so if you’re not too hung over…

Festival/screening info is as follows…

Beverly Hills Hi-Def Film Festival
Tuesday
January 1st
9:45pm

Fine Arts Theatre
8556 Wilshire Blvd.
Beverly Hills, CA 90211

Link to theatre: http://www.studioscreenings.com/
Link to festival page: http://www.studioscreenings.com/FATbhhf.php

*and for those of you who fear you will never be near a screening of this movie, don’t panic, because by the end of january we will have dvd of “OFF OFF BROADWAY” so you can watch in the hilarity of your own home.

thanks for your continuing support,

benjamin ellis fine

*to remove yourself from this list, press delete and pretend you never received it*

hey all: you’re all invited to come and check out my newest show:
twelfth night of the living dead. For those that saw the reading last
year, this is even more fully realized-with more blood and gore. for
those that know nothing about it, it’s shakespeare and zombies and
loads of blood.

it only runs an hour and it’s fantastically fun. here are some
reviews, but make your own choices i say.

love,

benfine

http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/12th5728.htm

http://www.theater2.nytimes.com/2007/10/30/theater/reviews/30twel.html

When a strange meteor smashes into a ship en route to Illyria, the
bodies pile up as fast as the romantic complications. Will true love
prevail? Can a zombie be made to understand the affairs of the heart,
without eating it? Or will the fools of Illyria never live to see
another dawn?

by BRIAN MACINNIS SMALLWOOD (and WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE)

stage manager SARAH LOCKE*

directed by JOHN HURLEY

featuring

orsino AARON ZOOK*

olivia SHASHANAH NEWMAN

viola LINDSAY WOLF*

olivia’s sister REYNA DE COURCEY

sir toby belch TIMOTHY J. COX

sir andrew agencheek BEN FINE

maria ERIN JEROZAL

feste LARRY GIANTONIO*

malvolio TOM KNUTSON

fabian WILL SCHMINKE

captain NEIMAH DJOURACHI

curio ALEX PAPPAS*

valentine JOE MATHERS

sebastian MICHAEL BOTTOMLY

antonio BRENDAN BRADLEY

original artwork JOE BOYLE

graphic design ANA PAULA RODRIGUES

makeup/special effects design SALLY O’MALLEY & JANET ZARECOR

set design RACHEL GORDON

costume design LILLI RHIGER

lighting design sound design LILY FOSSNER

sound design RYAN DOWD

puppet design JOE POWELL

production staff:

production manager BRIAN MACINNIS SMALLWOOD

technical director JOE MATHERS

general manager COREY HAYDU

box office manager TAYLOR SHANN

head usher AVERIA GASKIN

artistic director JAMES DAVID JACKSON

managing director JOSH SHERMAN

production manager JOE POWELL

* Equity Approved Showcase

Performance schedule
Thursday 10/25 - 8pm (opening night)
Friday 10/26 - 8pm
Saturday 10/27 - 7 & 9:30pm
Sunday 10/28 - 7pm

Tuesday 10/30 - 8pm
Wednesday 10/31 - 8pm
Thursday 11/1 - 8pm
Friday 11/2 - 8pm
Saturday 11/3 - 7 & 9:30pm

Wednesday 11/7 - 8pm
Thursday 11/8 - 8pm
Friday 11/9 - 8pm
Saturday 11/10 - 7 & 9:30pm

Clemente Soto Velez Cultural Center
La Tea Theater
107 Suffolk Street, 2nd Floor
F to Delancy St. - J/M/Z to Essex St.lemente Soto Velez Cultural Center

purchase tickets at www.brownpapertickets.com/event/21674

or call: 800.838.3006

admission $18.00

Give Me A Job! Preferably one within my field doing what we all know i do best, which is saying accurate but socially disadvantageous things at precisely the wrong moment. No, I mean acting. But barring that long lived pipe dream, I’d take a job that offers just enough flexibility to audition twice a week and take a day off every six months. I mean come on…why is that so difficult to achieve? Must one starve oneself to be available to not do the theatre that doesn’t pay anyway.

It is truly a lesson to learn how to fail joyfully. Every step on the journey has been exquisitely painful and fun, but enough is enough. Give me a job that allows me some stability in my life and also insures i will be able to continue to pursue my dream. or just give me my f’n dream.

jobjobjobjobjobjobjobjobjobjobjobjob……when you write it that way it looks like I’m asking for a bj, which i wouldn’t mind.

xo-

hellish

i was told i’m misusing this sight. that it is paltry and relatively uniformative. so here’s the next show. which is clearly already running. I’m gonna do better. I gonad, o butter!

hellish

come check out some shakespeare in the park that joe papp would approve of. we had a wonderful opening weekend and it can just get more fun.

THE BOOMERANG THEATRE COMPANY
Tim Errickson, Artistic Director; Francis Kuzler, Managing Director
presents

All’s Well that Ends Well
By William Shakespeare
Directed by John Hurley
In a world of war and military fame, Bertram is too proud to be tied down to any woman. He’d rather go off to the wars, make his reputation and achieve glory. But Helena’s got other plans. With a little mystery and little trickery, she just might get her man yet…

Featuring
David Berent*, Benjamin Ellis Fine, Timothy Flynn*, Robert Grossman*, Chris Harcum*, Felicia J. Hudson*, Christopher Illing*, Cassandra Kassell*, Tom Knutson, Mary Round, Alisha Spielmann, Karen Sternberg, and Aaron Michael Zook*
*member, AEA

Stage Manager: Angela Allen
Costume Designer: Carolyn Pallister
Fight Direction: Carrie Brewer
Company Manager: Sue Abbott

All’s Well That Ends Well will be performed in Central Park, New York City on Saturday and Sunday afternoons
June 23rd & 24th
June 30th & July 1st
July 7th & 8th
July 14th & 15th
July 21st & 22nd

All performances 2pm
No tickets or reservations required
All shows free! Please feel free to bring a blanket or a picnic, and enjoy the show! Performances in Central Park (enter at 69th Street & Central Park West)

For more information (including a map to the performance space), please visit us at http://www.boomerangtheatre.org

BIRDY & THE GOLDEN PUTTER,

a new musical by Nick Colt and Jed Zion.Directed by Daniel G. O’Brien. Choreography by Julie Shavers. Musicby The Burlesque Troubadors. Send up the American culture wars with us in a new musical about thepower struggle between a bible-themed minigolf course and a evil waxmusuem!

BIRDY & THE GOLDEN PUTTER illuminates the unquenchableAmerican need for entertainment, how else? …through song and dance!The rock-funk-americana score pays homage to rock musicals of the 70’sas well as traditional musical theater. The all star cast bring tolife the weird wild world of small town side show entertainment.Combining elements of live music, song, dance, video, and puppetery,BIRDY & THE GOLDEN PUTTER promises to entertain, educate, and perhapssteal your very soul…

WHEN? March 1st- Thursday/ 2nd- Friday/ 3rd- Saturday/ - 8pmMarch 4th*- Sunday 7pmMarch 6th- Tuesday/ 7th- Wednesday/ 8th- Thursday/ 9th- Friday/ - 8pmMarch 10th*, Saturday 2pm & 8pm

WHERE? The Gene Frankel Theatre24 Bond StreetNew York, NY, 10012btwn Lafayette & Bowery6 subway to “Bleecker”F or V to “Broadway/Lafayette”1 block NE from Bleecker StreetPhone 212-777-1767Fax 212-777-4373

HOW? Tickets for this production are $18For reservations call #212-222-2049 Birdy & The Golden Putter
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Also:
keep and eye out ofr my dominos commercial, i have really big ears and i did it all for the love of theatre
Plus:
I appeared in a web short for comedy central called “control freaks”. I play a zombie who just can’t get enough of his video games

hey kids:
hope you’ve missed me as i’ve missed me. The end of a year long tour of hell is almost over, and believe me, you are going to love the scenery. If you can’t afford the trip yourself, I’m going to start a nice little travelogue with the low-lights of my peradventure.

On a similar tip: My birthday is coming up in November. And my goal is to get some more paying work in the theatre and film industries that i love so much and not have to serve anyone anything but my own bitter brew. It’s time we helped each other fulfill our dreams: and by each other, i mean me; and by fulfill our dreams, i mean pay the rent.

The date is november thirteenth. Let’s make it an internet initiative.

Only one of those posts is valid: paradise lost. I can’t seem to enable the referrers for my own sender. I’ll slowly figure or someone’s gonna go down.

I guess what goes on in the internet, stays there. Thpt!

the injuries of yesterday are the infirmaties of tomorrow. As we edge along in age, here in eternity, (damned and demon alike) all the old red-rover, and jungle-gym, and four-square, and hyphen-ated sports we played back in the Ur-Hell we called grade school, and others called elementary school (i went to tungsten, the sister school to radium)….all of them, and their subsequent injuries, will come back to haunt us in our early middle-late years; that was unnecesarilly long, for which i apologize, but sometimes you can’t afford a period because you wasted all your dough on an ellipses.

When i first learned to flip from my back to my feet, as every kid in Clowntown must inevitably do, I pulled a muscle in my back on the lower left lumbar. Later in college, I slipped on the ice walking back home. Both my hands were in my pockets, so i fell very squarely and very soundly and very loudly on the ceeeeement. Suffice it to say, that i ripped the shit out of my pockets and exascerbated that old wound that i had forgotten all about. Again, several years later, i hurt it with just a little cough while i was at work. Most recently, i injured myself sliding over an incredibly light box. My reasons for injury become increasingly ludicrous, as the repercussions for said injury become ever more drastic.

oh and then there is the recovery time, which (as you can surely and sourly imagine) increases exponentially.
“OOOoooooold man whiner, keep on moaning” Help me, I’m on a riverboat heading to hades and i want to get off. You can’t attract the under-age or barely-aged girls that comprise my emotional (and financial!) equals if you always making smokey voiced justifications for your back

But what if all the slights, sorrows, bangs, bumps, bummers, angers, alienations, and other emotional detritus laid upon us by our fine peers (never fear because the hot ones are fat and pregnant and the cools ones are still working through the local community college), what if these these pains and embarrassments from our childhood that we feel we have mastered, come to terms with, and forgotten, are in fact wainting in the wings for their cue line? Fineline should by that for their new summer, horror, blockbuster. Or maybe this is just too similar to Flatliners, but inverted. I think it’s different in my head, or at least funnier when it’s my face instead of kiefer.I’ll think about that and get back to you.