How can you put out a meaningful drama when every fifteen minutes, proceedings are interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits with toilet paper? No dramatic art form should be dictated and controlled by men whose training and instincts are cut of an entirely different cloth. The fact remains that these gentlemen sell consumer goods, not an art form, and the medium best suited to illumine and dramatize the issues of the times has had its product pressed into a mold, painted lily-white, and had its dramatic teeth yanked out one by one.
