Theater, or making a big convincing show for the tribe seems something integral to the human consciousness. A form of escape? A cathartic search of a troubled soul? A method of inviting unseen celestial powers to inhabit the physical body of the actor. Shaman and modern actors appear to cohabit within our technologically abstracted world where the former are considered misguided for tuning in to something beyond mankind while the latter seems to continually regurgitate it. What seems to gain currency in this era is currency or believability. How like our main element of commerce and enslavement we are indoctrinated to believe in intrinsic value based upon the appearance of things. So many times in the last three decades, cinematic productions pass themselves off as a valid conduit for the transmission of previous factual based recitations of famous people and events. It seems hard to see much difference between the local Soviet ‘peasant theaters’ selling Bolshevism and our glitzy computer assisted five o’clock news equivalent. The trite and superfluous are sold in a variety of formats that are convenient to different target groups based upon attention span and time of day that they are expected to be broadcast. Actors like shaman are increasingly encouraged to reside strictly within the spontaneity of their emotions allowing the writer’s voice of the script to guide their spirits toward that holy grail of a convincing performance. Considering the deviousness of the politics of our time, could this not be closely akin to a form of demonic possession? The melodious sing song of an announcer as hypnotically motivating as the rhythmic movements of a mongoose to a cobra. And consequently a perfect device for keeping the greater mass of media content addicted members of society conducting their lives on the straight and narrow paths prescribed for them.