Video Log I: The Crucible
[The camera opens up on Vivian sitting at a desk, with no office insignia to give away where she is. Those who follow her posts regularly will notice that it seems to be the same location as all of her other posts, only with a different backdrop.]
Tell me I am not the only one surprised by the backlash that has stemmed from Lundholm's show being shut down. Have any of these protesters even seen the show? Gauging by their reactions, my guess is that they haven't, in which case, good for them. Some of us have had the, how can I say this politely [she looks off camera for a split-second] dubious honor of being subjected to the show, and well, forget polite, the show was complete trash. Never in my life have I seen another show that must have caused the playwright to roll over in his grave. I'm no artist, but even I know enough to say that Lundholm's show was the furthest thing from art.
[A grin spreads across Vivian's face] Don't take just my word for it! Some of you must know my husband Lindsey. Now imagine how atrocious a play would have to be to knock him out a half hour into its run, despite all the pretty young things traipsing across the stage. [A pause] Exactly.
So to those of you taking up arms, I say: save it. Save your pitchforks for something that isn't such an obvious waste of space.
