THOMAS WARD

There’s a story I tell about my wife when we were in college. We had been dating for awhile and were madly in love. We still are of course, but this was that new relationship kind of love that’s frightening to remember. We were both theatre majors and both actors. I was at my apartment one night while she was at a rehearsal for a play. She was playing a character who, through the course of the play, had gotten her former attacker tied up in a chair while holding a gun on

I saw BOYHOOD recently and was raving about it to my friend Wes Cunningham. He said that it was "meh" for him and he asked me why I liked it. I told him and he said I should "blog that shit." So here's what I said: (spoiler alert: I talk specifically about things that happen in the film) Hey Wes, I've been trying to figure out why I liked Boyhood so much. It's certainly all to do with the gimmick of it. Shooting over twelve years, watching a real kid grow up. After the

The older I get, the less I will enjoy any kind of accomplishment. When I was voted class favorite in the fifth grade I remember running with joy. When the cast list for the big musical went up in college and my name was next to Tevye, my knees buckled and I immediately found a phone to call my parents. When I got into grad school I jumped up and down. Literally jumped. Up and down in one place. Tomorrow I have a meeting with a theater about a play of mine that is being p