No, not the one acts that I have been assistant to the house managing, but the one act that I would like to direct next year. It is called The Game by Louise Bryant. I hope that it was not done in Cleveland’s recent memory. Any way, here is a link to the play:
http://www.one-act-plays.com/dramas/game.html
and a link to commentary and backgroud of the the play:
http://www.provincetownplayhouse.com/thegame.html
more to come on this for sure.
Blog, I have been neglecting you lately. To catch up I am going to abridge most everything I have done since I last gave you a real update. We started to work with the text, Our Country’s Good. One of the things we did for that is we waited. On stage. In order to build character. Everyone was waiting for something, we adlib monologued about it. Many created a fictitious situation to wait in, the bus stop, in class, on a curb. I waited right where I was, in the room across the hall. I was legitimately waiting. As I described, my gut told me that my reply would never come. In truth it still hasn’t. I am no longer waiting though. We got up and confronted the source of our waiting. Mine was the only one that was intangible. At first all my partner could do was echo back everything I said. Nobody really knew what I was waiting for, except me. One of the pieces of the exercise was that everybody else could edit the scene by pulling an actor aside and giving them background information and advice. My conflict quickly escalated into a war of friends. I guess the situation was is I was confronting my girlfriend about not being there for me, a situation I was mirroring in real life. Her friends, in the scene, were saying how creepy I was, and my friends were saying how much of a slut she was. We never reached the resolution I was hoping for, again a parallel trend. I think we were cut off by the bell. That is all for now, as it is the end of the quarter Jane will be all stressy and whatever, but it will all come to pass. Also I have to get to One Acts, I am Assistant to the House Manager. Also Microsoft Word refuses to accept the words “monologue” and “stressy” as real words which bugs me. I will try and insert a poll to the blog, Should those be counted as words? Colin Sanders 11/5/09
How does the idea of painting one’s face in Kabuki theare reflect the idea of not outwardly showing emotion?
Is the paint a way to show emotion, rather than hide it?
Does the face paint allow for emotion to be expressed more fully?
