Monday, November 07, 2005
From the Outside In. Fifth Session.
Ok, guys. The people you've got to do a bit of research for next week are:Complicite Theatre Company. And Jacques Lecoq and Philippe Gaulier. Tony also spoke about the John Wright Theatre Company and a related company Told Like an Idiot. You could also look up stuff about Marcello Magni, Kathryn Hunter and Simon McBurney, some of the founder members of the Complicite TC.
As I have almost certainly said, go and have a look at Wikipedia first - it's the free online Encyclopaedia - but also use Google if that's no good. Complicite definitely have their own website. It's at complicite.org
PS. YOU CANNOT CALL YOURSELF A STUDENT OF THEATRE UNTIL YOU'VE SEEN AT LEAST ONE COMPLICITE SHOW. THEY RE-WROTE THE RULE-BOOK.
Ok. Today's class was definitely in two parts. The first was basically TABLE WORK. Even if we didn't have a table. We were sitting and we were analysing the text. And since the approach we have taken so far on the course is basically Stanislavskian, I would be expecting you to use that useful utensil as a can opener.
We were asking specific questions about objectives. About what the protagonists know at the beginning of the play. The fact that even though John tells Nina he's a journalist it doesn't mean that she didn't know that already. The writer doesn't have to tell his actors and directors EVERYTHING. Especially if s/he's already deceased or currently living in Antarctica.
We have to work a lot of things out for ourselves. Must expect to be given nothing on a plate. You have to earn your spurs....
Recall, we spent a lot of time deciding whether John wanted to sleep with Nina. How 'innocent' he was. But Steve made this point: think of the worst thing you've ever done in your life, and then think how you would - and DO - justify it. Nobody thinks they're evil or hurtful or basically cruel. They always have a reason for what they do.So, maybe John would admit to his psychiatrist, five years later, that he DID want to sleep with her. Maybe at the time, he would have denied it. But at the same time he DID want to sleep with her and that WAS his real objective.
We talked about STAKE. If the stake isn't high enough, why on earth would he use such violent language at the end. We thought it was rather like the guy in the bar who's charmingly trying to buy a girl a drink but when she turns him down he ends up calling her a 'bitch'. 'What's up, love? My money not good enough for you?'... etc
Being thwarted he shows his real colours. His real intentions.
We talked about HOTSEATING John or Nina or both. About the director helping the actors to construct a watertight story. That we can all believe in (actors, director, audience).
We talk about how we should cast Nina and John. We talk about how casting by a different ethnicity would change things. Could John be black? What would change if Nina was 'Marco'? Would the 'exploitation' be more or less.
We talked about Nina exploiting her femininity to get what she wants from John (i.e. help for her sister). A version of the play where the audience feels that John is so wrapped round Nina's finger that we believe he WILL do something about Nina's sister in the next scene. i.e. Nina uses her sexuality as a TACTIC to obtain her objective of helping her sister. We wondered whether she might even sleep with John to obtain her objective. Another tactic.We talk about power relationships. We talk about these being, perhaps, more important in a post-colonial age. How you can't ignore them so much these days.
We talk about feminist perspectives.
Second Half.
We briefly looked at Levels of Intensity as propounded by the Jacques Lecoq School method. By a variety of techniques we tried to get familiar with the physicality of
'Neutral'
'Out-Breath' or Lowest
'Californian'
'Attraction' sometimes called 'Virgin Mary'
Highest or 'Tragedy'
and 'Is their a bomb in the Room' or 'Agitation' or 'Never Quite Stop'.
Again, briefly, we try to apply it to News Flash.
We also sing Happy Birthday Tom in different levels of intensity. Just to show how pliable the text is. How a speech too could be flexible. "To be or Not to Be' in each of the Levels.
PPS: All Bring GOOD PERSON OF SZECHWAN for next week
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Newsflash
A hotel room. A man lying on the bed. A knock at the door.
Entrez.
A young woman with a trolley.
Ah, hello again.
Sir, sandwiches and drink.
Nectar of the gods. Thank you.
She puts it down on the table.
Here. He gives her a tip. Excuse me, can you tell me why the telephone is not working?
Sir, is working.
No, no, I’m trying to get ... To the Ministry. Outside. Phone.
Sir. Fight in town. Bad. Phone no work.
May I…you wait?
Yes?
Just one minute. Wait. Not by window. Dangerous. Here. Sit. That’s it. What are you called?
Sorry?
Your name? My name, John. You?
Nina. I Nina.
Ah! Nina. Very nice. Charming. I, journalist. Write. BBC. Television, like that. BBC. You know?
I know.
That’s right. Ha, ha. Nina, have one drink with me.
Sorry?
Drink.
No, no. Thank you.
Go on. Just a snifter. Yes? Yes, that’s it.
Me go, sir.
No, no, don’t go. You help me. Stay, sit. Here, money. I pay you. Information. Listen. Christ, I’ve had a shitty… Me, bad day. Bad, bad day. Telephone, broken. Here, kaput. Fucking up the kyber. No reports. Fucking dump. Six days. Stinking kazi. Curfew. Editor sending text messages doing nut. Wants me to risk my fucking bollocks stumbling around … you understand? Listen. You help me. John. Write story. The riot. Yes. This morning? The students?
Sorry, no understand.
That flag. Yesterday. Burning. With matches. Here. You saw? Why?
Men burn flags.
Yes. Why do they do that?
Angry. America say our friend.
America’s your friend?
No. Not. Say. But, no friend. Give money bad man. President. Guns.
Is that why they burned the flag? America gives guns?
No, no, not give. Sell. Big money. Big money country poor. Farmer poor. Hospital poor. Road poor. President buy American gun. My sister… Habla espanol?
What?
Habla espanol? Explain.
Well, sort of…
(In Spanish) My sister was on the demo...
Listen… no, carry on…
(In Spanish) Yes, yes. My sister was on the demo…she’s for ARC…they said on the radio it was illegal…it was all communists… that the rebels were going to shoot at the police from behind the march…if anyone went they’d be arrested…but it was lies…it was to try and stop the demo…to make us go home…but my sister went anyway…she had a placard but the ones with placards were dragged off and the soldiers were spitting at them and kicking them and hitting them with baseball bats. Understand? A cameraman saw this. Then they put them in a truck. The cameraman tried to follow but a soldier pointed a gun at him. They drove away with her. My sister. She hasn’t come home. No one knows where they took her. That was last night. My mum has been crying all day. My sister’s a quiet girl. She wouldn’t hurt anyone. She would have phoned. They killed twelve campasinos in Chiapas last month. The soldiers. I should’ve gone on the demo. I should have. But if the hotel found out... It’s American. Understand? So I didn’t go. This is a good job. Ten US dollars a day. It would kill my mother if I lost it. You understand?
Yes.
(Back to English) You understand? Please.
Sort of.
Please. Please. Don’t say name. Don’t say girl at hotel. But tell. BBC. Tell.
Here. You’re upset. Here. Drink. Vodka. Good. Cheer up.
Sorry.
You no be sorry. Here. Drink. There. There. You cry. Good.
Sorry.
You cry. John cuddle.
(In Spanish) My sister. My sister.
Yes. There. I understand. It’s awful. Oh, god. Life. Horrible. You. Beautiful girl. There. There.
Sorry. Better go. Boss.
What time do you finish?
Sorry?
Work? You come back. After work.
Thank you. No.
See John. Cheer you up. Listen more of your story. You have nice eyes, you know. Sad. John lonely too. John feel like weeping sometimes. Fucking editor.
No.
It’s not what your thinking, honestly. Phones come back on, I’ll try and find out what’s happened to your sister. Yes? If you come back? Listen. Listen, I’ll give you money. Yes? Twenty dollars. Twenty-five. If you come back. You don’t have to drink.
Boss.
Understand. I’m fucking lonely too you know.
Sorry.
What do you fucking think I am? Stone?
Tell. BBC.
Here. Money.
Bye bye. Sorry.
Wait.
She goes.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Stupid fucking bitch. What does she think I am? I’m fucking lonely too.
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A hotel room. A man lying on the bed. A knock at the door.
Entrez.
A young woman with a trolley.
Ah, hello again.
Sir, sandwiches and drink.
Nectar of the gods. Thank you.
She puts it down on the table.
Here. He gives her a tip. Excuse me, can you tell me why the telephone is not working?
Sir, is working.
No, no, I’m trying to get ... To the Ministry. Outside. Phone.
Sir. Fight in town. Bad. Phone no work.
May I…you wait?
Yes?
Just one minute. Wait. Not by window. Dangerous. Here. Sit. That’s it. What are you called?
Sorry?
Your name? My name, John. You?
Nina. I Nina.
Ah! Nina. Very nice. Charming. I, journalist. Write. BBC. Television, like that. BBC. You know?
I know.
That’s right. Ha, ha. Nina, have one drink with me.
Sorry?
Drink.
No, no. Thank you.
Go on. Just a snifter. Yes? Yes, that’s it.
Me go, sir.
No, no, don’t go. You help me. Stay, sit. Here, money. I pay you. Information. Listen. Christ, I’ve had a shitty… Me, bad day. Bad, bad day. Telephone, broken. Here, kaput. Fucking up the kyber. No reports. Fucking dump. Six days. Stinking kazi. Curfew. Editor sending text messages doing nut. Wants me to risk my fucking bollocks stumbling around … you understand? Listen. You help me. John. Write story. The riot. Yes. This morning? The students?
Sorry, no understand.
That flag. Yesterday. Burning. With matches. Here. You saw? Why?
Men burn flags.
Yes. Why do they do that?
Angry. America say our friend.
America’s your friend?
No. Not. Say. But, no friend. Give money bad man. President. Guns.
Is that why they burned the flag? America gives guns?
No, no, not give. Sell. Big money. Big money country poor. Farmer poor. Hospital poor. Road poor. President buy American gun. My sister… Habla espanol?
What?
Habla espanol? Explain.
Well, sort of…
(In Spanish) My sister was on the demo...
Listen… no, carry on…
(In Spanish) Yes, yes. My sister was on the demo…she’s for ARC…they said on the radio it was illegal…it was all communists… that the rebels were going to shoot at the police from behind the march…if anyone went they’d be arrested…but it was lies…it was to try and stop the demo…to make us go home…but my sister went anyway…she had a placard but the ones with placards were dragged off and the soldiers were spitting at them and kicking them and hitting them with baseball bats. Understand? A cameraman saw this. Then they put them in a truck. The cameraman tried to follow but a soldier pointed a gun at him. They drove away with her. My sister. She hasn’t come home. No one knows where they took her. That was last night. My mum has been crying all day. My sister’s a quiet girl. She wouldn’t hurt anyone. She would have phoned. They killed twelve campasinos in Chiapas last month. The soldiers. I should’ve gone on the demo. I should have. But if the hotel found out... It’s American. Understand? So I didn’t go. This is a good job. Ten US dollars a day. It would kill my mother if I lost it. You understand?
Yes.
(Back to English) You understand? Please.
Sort of.
Please. Please. Don’t say name. Don’t say girl at hotel. But tell. BBC. Tell.
Here. You’re upset. Here. Drink. Vodka. Good. Cheer up.
Sorry.
You no be sorry. Here. Drink. There. There. You cry. Good.
Sorry.
You cry. John cuddle.
(In Spanish) My sister. My sister.
Yes. There. I understand. It’s awful. Oh, god. Life. Horrible. You. Beautiful girl. There. There.
Sorry. Better go. Boss.
What time do you finish?
Sorry?
Work? You come back. After work.
Thank you. No.
See John. Cheer you up. Listen more of your story. You have nice eyes, you know. Sad. John lonely too. John feel like weeping sometimes. Fucking editor.
No.
It’s not what your thinking, honestly. Phones come back on, I’ll try and find out what’s happened to your sister. Yes? If you come back? Listen. Listen, I’ll give you money. Yes? Twenty dollars. Twenty-five. If you come back. You don’t have to drink.
Boss.
Understand. I’m fucking lonely too you know.
Sorry.
What do you fucking think I am? Stone?
Tell. BBC.
Here. Money.
Bye bye. Sorry.
Wait.
She goes.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Stupid fucking bitch. What does she think I am? I’m fucking lonely too.
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