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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I have a vague inkling that I mgiht just be a budding alkie. But then again, the payoff is not worth it, having a splitting headache and feeling like roadkill for the better half of the day is not worth downing the shots and kahlua. But on a side note, I just realised that over the easter weekend, I had approximately 2 whisky mixes, 2 tequila shots, 2 vodka mixes, and a bacardi breezer on on night, and 8 bacardi breezers on the night after. And I found myself feeling perfectly fine the next morning. Quite a feat, good on me, no hangover or anything, but what does that say about me? And again, I think I had 3 vodka mixes and 2 vodka shots and 1 1/2 shots of kahlua last night, and I'm only feeling a slight tinge of a sick feeling, but it's probably the nutella that's doing it eheheh Am I really turning into an alkie? Suffice to say, I think that accounts for a pretty good tolerance to alcohol, which is good. But enough of all that drunken talk, Lovepuke opens tomorrow and I am positively pumped!Over the last few rehearsals a few people have been discovering new stuff with their characters, and it's beautiful watching the pieces all come together and it's just so moving to witness the development and progress of these characters in the show. It's simply wonderfully amazing when someone finds their characters, and from then on, evrything just clicks for them. Hot. I haven't been finding out much and discovering stuff with my character. I find myself toying and experimenting with new stuff at certain points, but they're all tiny things here and there, like the tone and intonation and just the general way it's said. But nothing major here. I pretty much clicked and found her when we first started rehearsals, and suffice to say, I haven't had much time to do my work on her, I think it would really help if I sat down for a bit and just wrote and thought a bit on Marissa. Getting that 2 day overdue Shakespeare essay out of the way would be a great help. On a lighter note, it's amazing what pick-up lines guys use. Went out as our characters last night, and some random dude with a funny French/Some European(???) accent walks up to me on the dancefloor and says: 'How many times have people told you you're special?'Me: 'Oh a couple of times.''How many? One? Two?'Me: 'A couple of times.'Oh, you are very special.'Me: 'Well everyone here is special too.''Oh, and smart too.'Like what the hell? You don't walk up to random people who you've only set eyes on for 5 secs and tell them they're special, that's bullKrap. With a capital K.Lovely sidenote, some 3 army dudes waved and smiled at me, and when I laughed and waved back, a mate (who plays the cynic in the play, surprise, surprise) said :'Why did you laugh?'Me: 'Cuz I thought it was funny.''Why'd you find it funny?'Me: 'Cuz some random army dudes just waved and smiled at me, and it's funny cuz it's random.''But why is it funny?'Me: 'Because it's random.''Why do you find that random?'Me: 'Because life is random.''Nuff said, you'd think? But no... a full-on intense 5 min discussion ensued as to why that was random and funny, and it ended with the people next to us agreeing with me, one of them being his buddy, ha! That'll show him. Lawyers, Pffft. It's like a philosophical argument on the Meaning of Life, or a really bad script from a budding absurdist playwright. Either way, it was good, it was fun.Lovepuke opens in 32hrs!! Wow!! Everything's going so well, can't wait. A few technical glitches here and there, but nothing that won't be solved with a bit of fixing-to.It's impossible to not be the character you're playing, isn't it? For that brief period in your life, you catch yourself spouting lines from the play, doing things your character would most probably do. It's understandable how actors tend to hook up during a production, but it usually doesn't last much longer after the season ends. How do you not harbour feelings for someone who's playing your love interest in a show? The novelty eventually dies down, but in the infant stages there's always some chmistry going on there. There has to be chemistry, otherwise it isn't believeable. Especially if a huge part of yourself is your character. I just can't help it, when I hear the other monologues, and how beautifully they're being delivered by the other actors, I can't help tearing. And it doesn't help that the two monologues that affect me the most run consecutively right before me. So by the time I say my first line, I'm pretty much doing my very best to hold it all in for at least the first three lines. It doesn't mean I can cry on cue, it merely means that that particular line carries a lot of weight, and means a lot more to me, as the character, when she's saying it. Because we do that in normal everyday life. Certain things we say affect us more than others. And it's exactly the same on stage, certain things may make you cry, certain things may make you laugh. It's never always totally the same or predictable, because people are not the same or unpredictable. How cliched. But true. The human condition, it's so frail, so weak... it's stunningly beautiful.I've been liberated by Lovepuke. Or rather, I've been liberated by Lovepuke and McBurnie. Yeap, definitely McBurnie. It could only be McBurnie. Who else could say 'Oh I've got STDs. I've got herpes. I think it got it when I went down on this girl who was at the party I talked about the previous time, and then I deep throated this guy.' as if he was saying 'Yeah I got up at 10 this morning and had free range eggs and bacon, and realised I hadn't any eggs left so I had to make a run to the supermarket before coming in to uni in the afternoon.' He's amazing. I don't know what to do with him though. He's a really talented, amazing, beautiful person. But he's fucking himself up good and proper. If he goes on the way he does, he's not going to live past 45. Why does he do this to himself? The payoff just isn't worth. Could it be overcompensation on lost time? Perhaps. But still, nothing justifies throwing your life away. I want to talk some sense to this guy, but I'm not in a position to. It shits me. He deserves better.On a totally unrelated but relevant point, I found my credit card, yay! Ok, really need to get down to my half-written Shakespeare essay now. I'm not just saying it, I will do it. I will. I should. Maybe after I have a crap. You know how you really look forward to doing something you wanna do after you've finished doing something you have to do? Well, I'm looking forward to just kicking back and having a coffee and discovering more of my character later on in the afternoon. After I finish my essay. I just need to get down to it. Now.Oh wait, I've got a set design, a floor plan, 2 elevations, and a lighting design to do too. Shit. Now when's that due again? What's that? Yesterday? I have no idea, my tutor's incompetant and totally out of it. 'Those who can't do; teach'. Yeah, sounds like someone I know. No prizes for guessing.
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