There is a kind of sublime poetry in Marcel Marceau’s first act. As a young man in occupied France, Marceau (then Mangel) forged identity papers and shepherded dozens of Jewish children across the ...
Never trust a man who hates a mime. All that vitriol over some poor, wide-eyed urchin just trying to climb an invisible ladder or descend some invisible stairs? It feels like transference. Then ...
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