Descended of a long line of Spanish-Jewish pirates,
ophthalmologists and, sadly, lawyers, Benjamin
Pelteson has been acting since the age of 4, when he
staged a coup at summer camp and made himself the
lead of a semi-improvised musical about a New
Orleans Jazz club. He still has a piece of the costume,
which involved shoulder pads.
Benjamin has paraglided off a Swiss Alp, conducted
research into infant Hydrocephalus (that's the one
where a kid's head swells from too much liquid in the
brain), learned to flip over tables at acting school in
Russia, and, to his rabbi's great chagrin, hiked up the
side of a Chilean volcano on Yom Kippur. He is still
repenting.
Benjamin also can make a mean risotto, bake crusty
bread using the New York Times no-knead recipe, and
keep his room relatively neat. Be impressed!
He cannot ice skate, maintain tied shoelaces, or
perform karaoke comfortably unless he has at least 3
beers. So, please do not bother him about those
things.
Onstage, Benjamin has played everything from an
Israeli assassin with post-traumatic stress disorder to
a hip-hop Dionysus to a Marx brother. He has also
schlepped large puppets around New Jersey with very
little complaining, considering.
Benjamin believes deeply in the value of pay what you
want yoga. Namaste.