|The Experiment, laziness...and those nice people who deal with my domain name!!
||[Jun. 1st, 2004|03:47 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
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Ok, so I've cooled down enough about the film thing now.
Ready to talk about our pieces...
The Mervyn Peake text worked very well indeed - all the walking on grids and curves and interjecting speech and movement to illustrate life...then coming into a line and carrying on speech/movement before we break apart and stop as an ensemble (when we feel the moment) and turn, to deliver the full 'fish of the imagination' text to the audience as the lights fade...
The 'Experiment' was weird as hell - directed by Jojo, and intended to produce the same euphoria as at the end of a christian rally... All of us come onstage smiling, then go neutral and do a buddhist(?) salute with arms up, then down and up to close palms, then settle and away - then Shakira reads a medical textbook explanation of tears; following which we move around the stage to a beat of 10 to meet up with our hug partner.
We embrace - as if we are never going to see that person again - whilst a very sentimental and uplifting (in a way) song plays...and the person without a hug wanders amongst us, looking then relates a TRUE story about something utterly awful - it was Kat, telling us about her family breakup - had a lot of us sniffling by then...
Jo breaks out of a hug with Mark to go to hug Kat - she has to tear herself away... Then Mark comes forward and told us/audience about the moment his father died in hospital and how he felt.
(this is all unrehearsed and is, therefore, true to the moment)
He goes out into the audience, whilst we go back to hugging onstage, and asks an audience member 'please will you hold me?'...inviting them to do so. As do about 5 other people from the group. Most of us have been affected enough by the stories/hugging/music to have genuine tears running down our faces...
Then as they come back from the audience, we break out of our hugs and move back to our starter positions...do the salute in solemnity and the lights go out.
When they come back up, we have maniacal grins on our faces.
Must say it worked damn well, and was NOT acted in any way - we were all true to the moment and both cast and audience members were crying genuine tears.
I, on the other hand, tend to intellectualise a hec of a lot (bloody Gemini)...so was very flipping down and low feeling, but not crying. Couldn't get the 'this is how Billy Graham manipulates it' thought out of my head.
We all went back to the dressing rooms - should have seen the looks on other actors faces waiting to go on - they were like 'OMG what happened??'; thinking it had all gone wrong or something. We all had a big hug and whoop and dealt with any emotion our group had - there were some who were still sobbing, as it had been quite a cathartic experience.
But the low feeling I'd been left with, obviously, left me open and unprepared for dealing with seeing my film ideas rubbed in my face on screen in the next half...
Supposed to be going into the darkroom this evening to carry on producing prints, but can't be arsed since I only just woke up about half-an-hour ago and I want to eat and have a nice hot bath before work this evening.
Course ends tommorrow, so I'm going to go in during the afternoon and do all the mounting stuff for exhibition in the last session instead.
Got to pack for London still...damn excited about going - don't know what to take for an ENTIRE WEEK...have lots to sort out before then.
Oh, and I've just renewed my domain name with TheHostForYou; that's sorted for another two years and at a good price. Very friendly, talkative and nice chaps they are too...had already updated the data before I'd paid because I'd emailed them at the end of last week!! Might switch hosts in November, costs permitting.
Roight then, I need coffee.
Yanked from kerrykate:
All innocent and still have it on cd, but at least - I have to fit myself into nearer the date. We've spent SO long messing about and not long to performance date either. Oh, and I've regained a lot of us and we have been keying in our heads)...for AGES...over the music...then one person breaks out, relates an experience, and someone else comes out of it eventually, but was disappointed to find that there was TONS and TONS of post to get in...but Sharon lent me some cash. ....................... Just got in she was in bed until 2 still nursing heatstroke, then got up and he needed women to stand on pairs of glasses of red wine in a Cherry tree', which I was singing Creedence Clearwater Revival : Bad Moon Rising I see trouble on the 26th and still have the disks and, at the back... And was fooled by Adrian the Cleaner as usual... Got home at 6pm I was dying by then, and then realised that the sky was balanced... Got to go in - even the butcher winks and grins at me... Eep!! I'm not really complaining *grin* (well, maybe I am still quite angry, and hurt enough to have a swooshy huge machine that does all the time...but there are 20+ of us and we ran through our piece...performances began at about 9:15pm and just couldn't be arsed with being there - was lost in a horse-riding style...after a conversation about his cuban heeled
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