Though much of Spinning Into Butter failed to engage the sharp detours of Rebecca Gilman's script, the scenes between Cheryl Weaver and David Ruis were electric. As a college dean and a perturbed, agenda-wielding student, they circuitously danced around their power and ethnic differences. He brought in an unsettling complaint, and she mostly misunderstood the details big and small. Thanks to Weaver's and Ruis' grasp of text and subtext, much of the time you didn't know whether she wanted to expel him, promote him or fuck him.
