Here I sit, polishing this year's Jimmy Awards and etching the names of actors, directors, designers, and productions in calligraphic script on the base plaques. Yet I can summon little enthusiasm for theater at the moment. It's not because of theater itself, but because of the inevitable disruptions and dissipations in an art form that's vulnerable nationwide, but especially endangered in a city such as Dallas. People here spend an inordinate amount of time wishing and pretending they were somewhere else, and thus pursue imported entertainment like the last unattached man at a Sadie Hawkins dance. The hometown partners are left... More >>>