Friday morning at the Paragraph Factory: local emergency crews are training. The scanners are abuzz with talk about victims, people trapped, one dead, two dead, three dead people. High-risk structures with no-entry hazmats warnings. It's easy to tell this is training because these are some of the worst actors in the world. Terrible. Godawful. Everyone is talking in flat, completely unbelievable tones. Good god, boys and girls, it's called acting. Channel your inner DeNiro, your hidden Streep. Unless it's from Falling in Love. 'Cause that movie sucked.