I suppose the good news is that 92.8% of you are still employed. But 7.2% are not.
Noted: highest unemployment level in 16 years. Further noted: that would be 1992, aka the end of another Bush term of office.
One of the unemployed is Weekly theater critic Steven Leigh Morris. Some may worry about Morris; I am not, I worry more about small theater, which has, for better or worse, been Weekly-beholden for years. Morris's legions of critics often disappointed, especially when they cut out early, and also when their expectations were set against Gordon Davidson standards, but the important thing was that they tried to cover as much as possible in a city where small theater is as vital to overall cultural life as either church or state, and probably moreso in the case of church.
Small theater in LA is in fact a kind of denomination all its own: a fair number of limited equity houses easily draw more a week than their nearby Lutheran or Methodist counterparts do, and they draw audiences of considerably more fervor. The theaters on Theater Row have even found a way to pack seats on Mondays in recent years, and day-a-week hits like All About Walken have become the Rocky Horror of the zeroes. Watch the Weekly without Morris, and hope and pray; we really need it to say just as much as it ever said about this vastly underestimated cultural component of LA life: small theater.
UPDATE: another afflicted by le chômage is the redoubtable Ella Taylor. Jesus, how can you cut Morris and Taylor the same day?