ABSTRACT
The director has assumed such power he has the right to completely berate and offend the actors, and to order them around like pathetic creatures. The director has gradually become the master of the performance. And he can keep this title, as long as he is tactful enough, and knows how to spare the easily wounded pride of the most conceited of persons the actor. After all, he does not get in the way of this prideful person collecting an abundant harvest of applause. In order for the actor and the director to take up their proper roles, there should most likely be a third person present: a wise psychologist, a connoisseur of the human heart, and of the inner creative mechanisms and laws. An artist unto himself, and should nevertheless be capable of understanding the other two, often hostile, sides. The greater and more equal the artists, the harder it is for them to get along with each other.
