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Monday, January 30, 2012
A Theater Week
Wow, I'm laggin' on the bloggin'.
First, my first real rehearsal for "Backstage" at the Valley Center Playhouse. It was a success! I love my character, Connie, the brown-nosing, eager to please assistant director. I get to be obnoxiously upbeat, remarkably anxious (when she has to go onstage at the last minute), and fumbly and bumbly. I like her.
My husband plays the part of an over-acting butler. Craig will be hilarious. Who knew he could really sparkle onstage? Also a nod to our director, Tyler Renstrom. He is so good!
Went to see my friend Adam Cannon's show on Friday and reviewed it for UTBA. Though I had vowed never to review a show where I knew anyone I still wanted to be friends with after the review published, thank the Lord the show was good. The best part of the show was Adam's directing, but I could be biased. I don't think it was a particularly tough show to direct, and it looked like it had a group of actors who were sincere, talented, and fun. Nevertheless, it was seamless, so there you go.
I went to the UTBA dinner on Saturday. It was delicious, but we got lost on the way and I started getting pretty freaked out. I sat with Russell, who I've met in emails and what a delight he was. The meeting was more businessy than I had expected, with lots of networking, and discussion about the new website that is being launched and a fun sister project UTBA is embarking on. It was really cool. It also didn't snow for the drive, so I'm saying the night was a total success.
I am getting comfortable with telling people I'm an actress. I used to think that to say that I had to be a gorgeous, perfect hair and body, young starlet. It is turning out that isn't true.
I am now madly learning my lines. Need to be memorized by Wednesday!
I like this part of my life, though I still feel guilty that I left behind my writing career for a while.
To everything there is a season...
Keep playing! There's so much to play with!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The Review of ACC
Here is the link: http://utahtheaterbloggers.com/7798/a-simple-and-sweet-christmas-carol-in-springville/
Here is the text. Highlighting is me. (grin)
PRINGVILLE — Throughout the annals of literature, there have been few texts more influential than Charles Dickens’ immortal classic, A Christmas Carol. Originally published in the Christmas season of 1843, this insightful tale has permeated popular culture to the highest levels. Themes and storylines from A Christmas Carol can be found, re-imagined in countless stories from nearly every culture worldwide. It’s truly a story of simple, eternal truth.
This was my first experience at the Little Brown Theater in Springville. The theater is a converted office space, which makes for tight quarters. There are some physical limitations of this location that are difficult to overcome and have intense impact on the aesthetics of an evening there. As I prefer to focus on the theatergoers overall experience in my reviews, I would be remiss to not point a few out glaring flaws with the facilities. Separating the front of house and the backstage areas from the theater portion of the space are only thin curtains. I found myself yearning for a wall or two to muffle noise and keep that fourth wall intact. Also, as my 5-year-old daughter was my date for the evening, intermission meant a trip to the restroom, which sadly necessitated a walk through the actors’ area. We saw the cast of characters sitting, joking, half in costume, and complaining. I thought this was quite destructive to the illusion of the production to a young mind. I absolutely understand the limitations imposed by the space, but I would have loved to see the cast remain in character while audience members were present. That aside, I feel that this small company of players is doing the best they can with meager circumstances.
When we arrive, we have no difficulty getting our seats. In fact, we were the first there. Owing to the fact that this was but 15 minutes before the proverbial curtain was set to rise, I was nervous that this was to be a very intimate evening of theater. I was quite relieved, as we got closer to show time and a number of other audience members arrived. As we near the planned start time of 7:30, a small group of players, clad in 1850’s attire trot out, sit down and begin a discussion about carols they ought to sing. I was a little confused at this in the beginning, but soon caught on to the gimmick. This troupe actually set a nice tone for the evening. After four songs, they retired backstage and the intrepid director, Cara Baker, took to the stage for the introduction. After her brief thanks, the show begins and we’re shown the layout for the evening ahead.
A narrator in the form of a goodly grandmother, played by Lora Beth Brown, surrounded by little children will be laying out the details of the tale we’ll hear tonight. Brown’s ability and natural inflection is that of a well-weathered storyteller. Certainly, hers is a voice that has carried many a child to sleep over the years. The children at her side are adorable and I’m drawn to this method of narration immediately. The scene transitions to live action and we’re introduced to Scrooge and Cratchit, in their dank counting house. Right away I note that Bill Brown, portraying Scrooge, is having a very difficult time remembering his lines. He is tripping over phrases and saying entire lines out of order, then repeating them in the proper place. This unfamiliarity leads to a cardboard, static and uncomfortable character – not the miserly, confident skinflint that we’re all so familiar with. Sadly, this is a theme that continued on throughout the entire evening. Brown certainly looked the part, but I found his portrayal to be extremely flat and disinterested. I could actually see him waiting for his next chance to speak, instead of listening to and reacting to the business with his fellow performers.
Baker chose (wisely, given the limited space) to utilize the same performers to present numerous characters throughout the show. Mont Connell plays Bob Cratchit, Dick and “Gentlemen.” I found him to be by far most effective as Dick, Scrooge’s old co-worker. He had an easy, light-hearted air that was effective for that role. As Cratchit, I was underwhelmed with Connell’s performance. I didn’t feel that he adequately captured the gravity of vital moments in the script. During the evening, we’re next introduced to Eric Ramaekers who will be filling the shoes of Fred – Scrooge’s plucky nephew, Young Scrooge and Joe – the “businessman” who purchases Scrooge’s personal effects. Ramaekers was certainly one of the stronger players; particularly as Joe. He stank of smarmy, greasy evil during those moments and it was quite enjoyable to watch.
Adam Cannon and Craig Mustoe next enter as a pair of social workers seeking donations to help the poor. Mustoe seemed very uneasy on stage and it lead to very poor choices; namely, he spent most of his first scene with his back full on to the audience. He later portrayed the role of Fezziwig, opposite his actual wife (Jennifer Mustoe), and settled into that role much better. Cannon brings us both the Ghost of Christmas Present and the Ghost of Christmas Future. He shines as the larger than life, chuckling Ghost of Christmas Present. Casting Cannon as the Ghost of Christmas Present was a near-perfect decision. The Ghost of Marley is played by a young man named Gabriel Nicholas. The choice was made for him to constantly pace throughout the scene. I respect that the story calls for Marley to never rest, but I felt this lead to blocking choices that were difficult to watch. He lacked motivation in his many vocal outbursts, but was very committed to them.
As the show progressed I noticed another disheartening trend, in that the narrator would be reading the story while the actors were performing those events, but they wouldn’t match up. Just little things that would have been quite easily remedied; such as a nightcap being specifically called for, but not physically manifest. Also, emotional connections spoken out by the reader but completely lost on the performers – Scrooge in particular.
The clock strikes one and we’re graced by the Ghost of Christmas Past, skillfully laid out by Dana Anquoe. She was very believable in this role and brought a real sense of decorum to the stage. She takes us back to old Fezziwigs’ store where we meet our final key players of the evening; Alyssa Christensen as Belle and Jennifer Leigh Mustoe as Mrs. Fezziwig. Christensen, while perfectly satisfactory as Belle, was brilliant as the cockney launder selling off Scrooge’s personal effects late in the show. I wish she’d have had more stage time as this character as it was an absolute joy to watch! Mustoe, meanwhile, gives us the dramatic zenith of the evening as Mrs. Crachit, whose impassioned agony at the loss of Tiny Tim was palpable. The supporting cast gave even, textured portrayals that supported the direction of the show well.
Everything associated with Christmas has the benefit of personal connections. These are the characters, themes, and stories that we’re brought up repeating and enjoying year after year. They soften our hearts and help us achieve “the spirit of the season.” I would not say that I was surprised by anything I saw on the stage of the Little Brown Theater that night. It is a simple space, wherein a simple group of amateur performers told a simply complex story. The message, so clearly set down by Charles Dickens: Give Love. I appreciate very much the cast and crew for their efforts to promote such a simple, world altering message. God Bless us…every one.
Keep Playing!
Here is the text. Highlighting is me. (grin)
PRINGVILLE — Throughout the annals of literature, there have been few texts more influential than Charles Dickens’ immortal classic, A Christmas Carol. Originally published in the Christmas season of 1843, this insightful tale has permeated popular culture to the highest levels. Themes and storylines from A Christmas Carol can be found, re-imagined in countless stories from nearly every culture worldwide. It’s truly a story of simple, eternal truth.
This was my first experience at the Little Brown Theater in Springville. The theater is a converted office space, which makes for tight quarters. There are some physical limitations of this location that are difficult to overcome and have intense impact on the aesthetics of an evening there. As I prefer to focus on the theatergoers overall experience in my reviews, I would be remiss to not point a few out glaring flaws with the facilities. Separating the front of house and the backstage areas from the theater portion of the space are only thin curtains. I found myself yearning for a wall or two to muffle noise and keep that fourth wall intact. Also, as my 5-year-old daughter was my date for the evening, intermission meant a trip to the restroom, which sadly necessitated a walk through the actors’ area. We saw the cast of characters sitting, joking, half in costume, and complaining. I thought this was quite destructive to the illusion of the production to a young mind. I absolutely understand the limitations imposed by the space, but I would have loved to see the cast remain in character while audience members were present. That aside, I feel that this small company of players is doing the best they can with meager circumstances.
When we arrive, we have no difficulty getting our seats. In fact, we were the first there. Owing to the fact that this was but 15 minutes before the proverbial curtain was set to rise, I was nervous that this was to be a very intimate evening of theater. I was quite relieved, as we got closer to show time and a number of other audience members arrived. As we near the planned start time of 7:30, a small group of players, clad in 1850’s attire trot out, sit down and begin a discussion about carols they ought to sing. I was a little confused at this in the beginning, but soon caught on to the gimmick. This troupe actually set a nice tone for the evening. After four songs, they retired backstage and the intrepid director, Cara Baker, took to the stage for the introduction. After her brief thanks, the show begins and we’re shown the layout for the evening ahead.
A narrator in the form of a goodly grandmother, played by Lora Beth Brown, surrounded by little children will be laying out the details of the tale we’ll hear tonight. Brown’s ability and natural inflection is that of a well-weathered storyteller. Certainly, hers is a voice that has carried many a child to sleep over the years. The children at her side are adorable and I’m drawn to this method of narration immediately. The scene transitions to live action and we’re introduced to Scrooge and Cratchit, in their dank counting house. Right away I note that Bill Brown, portraying Scrooge, is having a very difficult time remembering his lines. He is tripping over phrases and saying entire lines out of order, then repeating them in the proper place. This unfamiliarity leads to a cardboard, static and uncomfortable character – not the miserly, confident skinflint that we’re all so familiar with. Sadly, this is a theme that continued on throughout the entire evening. Brown certainly looked the part, but I found his portrayal to be extremely flat and disinterested. I could actually see him waiting for his next chance to speak, instead of listening to and reacting to the business with his fellow performers.
Baker chose (wisely, given the limited space) to utilize the same performers to present numerous characters throughout the show. Mont Connell plays Bob Cratchit, Dick and “Gentlemen.” I found him to be by far most effective as Dick, Scrooge’s old co-worker. He had an easy, light-hearted air that was effective for that role. As Cratchit, I was underwhelmed with Connell’s performance. I didn’t feel that he adequately captured the gravity of vital moments in the script. During the evening, we’re next introduced to Eric Ramaekers who will be filling the shoes of Fred – Scrooge’s plucky nephew, Young Scrooge and Joe – the “businessman” who purchases Scrooge’s personal effects. Ramaekers was certainly one of the stronger players; particularly as Joe. He stank of smarmy, greasy evil during those moments and it was quite enjoyable to watch.
Adam Cannon and Craig Mustoe next enter as a pair of social workers seeking donations to help the poor. Mustoe seemed very uneasy on stage and it lead to very poor choices; namely, he spent most of his first scene with his back full on to the audience. He later portrayed the role of Fezziwig, opposite his actual wife (Jennifer Mustoe), and settled into that role much better. Cannon brings us both the Ghost of Christmas Present and the Ghost of Christmas Future. He shines as the larger than life, chuckling Ghost of Christmas Present. Casting Cannon as the Ghost of Christmas Present was a near-perfect decision. The Ghost of Marley is played by a young man named Gabriel Nicholas. The choice was made for him to constantly pace throughout the scene. I respect that the story calls for Marley to never rest, but I felt this lead to blocking choices that were difficult to watch. He lacked motivation in his many vocal outbursts, but was very committed to them.
As the show progressed I noticed another disheartening trend, in that the narrator would be reading the story while the actors were performing those events, but they wouldn’t match up. Just little things that would have been quite easily remedied; such as a nightcap being specifically called for, but not physically manifest. Also, emotional connections spoken out by the reader but completely lost on the performers – Scrooge in particular.
The clock strikes one and we’re graced by the Ghost of Christmas Past, skillfully laid out by Dana Anquoe. She was very believable in this role and brought a real sense of decorum to the stage. She takes us back to old Fezziwigs’ store where we meet our final key players of the evening; Alyssa Christensen as Belle and Jennifer Leigh Mustoe as Mrs. Fezziwig. Christensen, while perfectly satisfactory as Belle, was brilliant as the cockney launder selling off Scrooge’s personal effects late in the show. I wish she’d have had more stage time as this character as it was an absolute joy to watch! Mustoe, meanwhile, gives us the dramatic zenith of the evening as Mrs. Crachit, whose impassioned agony at the loss of Tiny Tim was palpable. The supporting cast gave even, textured portrayals that supported the direction of the show well.
Everything associated with Christmas has the benefit of personal connections. These are the characters, themes, and stories that we’re brought up repeating and enjoying year after year. They soften our hearts and help us achieve “the spirit of the season.” I would not say that I was surprised by anything I saw on the stage of the Little Brown Theater that night. It is a simple space, wherein a simple group of amateur performers told a simply complex story. The message, so clearly set down by Charles Dickens: Give Love. I appreciate very much the cast and crew for their efforts to promote such a simple, world altering message. God Bless us…every one.
Keep Playing!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Impossible Mystery--Opening Night
I made up my mind last night that I was going to be very low key today. For me, organizing things, cleaning house, baking things helps. I get all domestic when I need to chill out. I like order and my house is a good place to start.
So today I made a starter for sourdough bread. At first I thought I could just bake the bread today and when I found out it had to sit for a whole night I was a little bummed. But then I pulled out my box of peaches and made 8 pints of jam. There. How's that for creativity and domesticity?
I walked my dogs in sprinkling weather. I avoided doing any business, though I could have done a few things. I didn't want to be muddled. After last night's mess, I knew I needed to stay focused on being calm and controlled, not harried and complicated. I got things ready for the show--namely, my own pair of black pants to wear under my Japanese robe when I play Oba San. Last night, the pants that came with my costume fell down to my hips. Oba San started looking suspiciously gang banger. Not a good look!
I felt fuzzy--PTSD fuzzy. Opening night for Hairspray I had felt horrible--like I was walking on marshmallows. I was so worried I'd puke onstage. Not that I felt sick. I think I was just imagining the very worst thing that could happen to a person in front of hundreds of people, and that would be puking. I realized by Night Two of Hairspray that a little Xanax takes the panic of barfing right away. So tonight, when I started feeling all floaty and fuzzy, I took some Xanax. It didn't help. I took more. (And be clear here--my doses are miniscule bits off of a pill. I am not downing pill after pill.)
I went to pick up the cookies Macey's donated (adorable sugar cookies with white frosting and a question mark), came home, put on my make up including false eyelashes. (I love false eyelashes.) I toyed with the idea of trying to 40s up my hair, but the fuzzy feeling persisted. Caden went through my lines with me AGAIN, and off we went to opening night.
By the time I got to the theater, I started feeling normal. I started looking forward to the performance. Here's what happened:
http://www.spanishfork.org/dept/parkrec/arts/hurrah.php
Keep playing!
So today I made a starter for sourdough bread. At first I thought I could just bake the bread today and when I found out it had to sit for a whole night I was a little bummed. But then I pulled out my box of peaches and made 8 pints of jam. There. How's that for creativity and domesticity?
I walked my dogs in sprinkling weather. I avoided doing any business, though I could have done a few things. I didn't want to be muddled. After last night's mess, I knew I needed to stay focused on being calm and controlled, not harried and complicated. I got things ready for the show--namely, my own pair of black pants to wear under my Japanese robe when I play Oba San. Last night, the pants that came with my costume fell down to my hips. Oba San started looking suspiciously gang banger. Not a good look!
I felt fuzzy--PTSD fuzzy. Opening night for Hairspray I had felt horrible--like I was walking on marshmallows. I was so worried I'd puke onstage. Not that I felt sick. I think I was just imagining the very worst thing that could happen to a person in front of hundreds of people, and that would be puking. I realized by Night Two of Hairspray that a little Xanax takes the panic of barfing right away. So tonight, when I started feeling all floaty and fuzzy, I took some Xanax. It didn't help. I took more. (And be clear here--my doses are miniscule bits off of a pill. I am not downing pill after pill.)
I went to pick up the cookies Macey's donated (adorable sugar cookies with white frosting and a question mark), came home, put on my make up including false eyelashes. (I love false eyelashes.) I toyed with the idea of trying to 40s up my hair, but the fuzzy feeling persisted. Caden went through my lines with me AGAIN, and off we went to opening night.
By the time I got to the theater, I started feeling normal. I started looking forward to the performance. Here's what happened:
- I broke the glass I was holding in the Highlight Club scene. This is after another glass fell off one of the table and smashed, with sound effects from behind the curtain. My glass only went into two pieces and Caden helped me rectify it. Note to self: Don't pick up anything that is glass.
- I blew one line in the Japanese scene. I fixed it but it flustered me slightly. Then I had to fix part of the whole scene because the lead in that scene keeps dropping lines. I got a little freaked and in my head it was like (really, this is what it felt like) Gah--what do I do now? I don't know that I fixed it perfectly, but I did fix it and didn't think I could do that. Yeah me!
- I am supposed to bang a big metal gong. I banged it so hard the banger thing came off of the string it was tied to. No I didn't technically break it, but it was a little freaky that I had been in two scenes and two things broke.
- The fireplace in the mansion scene fell over. I had nothing to do with it! So ha. Things happen to other people, too! I guess it wasn't tragic as it's a scene that has ghosts. Maybe the audience thought the ghosts were supposed to knock over the fireplace.
- My final scene that has me as an English Society lady, Lady Chattaway, is my favorite scene and one I completely screwed up last night. But--drum roll--tonight it was flawless! And super fun! I heard afterward that the audience, all 20 or so people, really liked we three silly ladies.
- There are no divas in this show. This makes the energy so much more level, pleasurable, and consistent. There is no drama.
- Everyone is working hard in this show. Though it doesn't seem like work, I can feel it. Like we are all part of a whole, working for one purpose. I guess that goes back to the lack of diva thing. We all want the same thing--a good show.
- Though I have laughingly said in the past few weeks, I don't care what happens in the show as long as I look good, that wasn't me being a diva. What I meant was, please God, don't let me look like an ass. This has now changed to, please, let me contribute to and not detract from a good production.
http://www.spanishfork.org/dept/parkrec/arts/hurrah.php
Keep playing!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Impossible Mystery--7--Our First Runthrough, One Funny Cast
It has been a long time since I did a show with a smallish cast and few teenagers and no kids at all. Guess what happens when this kind of show is created? LOTS OF LAUGHTER.
It's helpful when the cast are all talented actors, eager to do a good job, and many of us know each other from other avenues.
Tonight's first run through was choppy, long, boring in places, a little ridiculous, and about as unpolished as you can get. It was also completely hiliarious. So many one-liners, ad libs, pratfalls not in the script. Everyone teases one another. It's hard to stay in character. It's hard for me to want to stay in character. This melding of real life and the stage is too fun!
I still don't have my lines down perfectly. I'm not the only one, but before I went to rehearsal I was perfect. I am bothered that I don't have the lines perfect. I worry they won't want me to be in another show. Worry worry worry about this in every show I'm in.
Tomorrow is run through #2. Monday--tech night. Tues--dress rehearsal. Wed--Opening Night. Can we say we aren't ready? Um yeah. But at this point, I am going to chalk up this play as some of the best laughs I've had. I'm honored to be working with these people, and excited to spend the next week with them.
Keep playing!
It's helpful when the cast are all talented actors, eager to do a good job, and many of us know each other from other avenues.
Tonight's first run through was choppy, long, boring in places, a little ridiculous, and about as unpolished as you can get. It was also completely hiliarious. So many one-liners, ad libs, pratfalls not in the script. Everyone teases one another. It's hard to stay in character. It's hard for me to want to stay in character. This melding of real life and the stage is too fun!
I still don't have my lines down perfectly. I'm not the only one, but before I went to rehearsal I was perfect. I am bothered that I don't have the lines perfect. I worry they won't want me to be in another show. Worry worry worry about this in every show I'm in.
Tomorrow is run through #2. Monday--tech night. Tues--dress rehearsal. Wed--Opening Night. Can we say we aren't ready? Um yeah. But at this point, I am going to chalk up this play as some of the best laughs I've had. I'm honored to be working with these people, and excited to spend the next week with them.
Keep playing!
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