-George Bernard Shaw

If it seems like I'm bemoaning the amount of memorizing an awful lot in this blog, let me just put into perspective the enormous verbosity of Mr. George Bernard Shaw. Before becoming a playwright, he worked for a number of years as a journalist, churning out over one million words from 1885-1894, all of which he later considered 'outdated and unintelligible'. Not many of us can blaze out a million words, discard them all and then start writing world-renowned plays.
And in Shaw's dialogue, his incredible volume of language is also evident. Most pages of dramatic dialogue take approximately two minutes to perform. These are also the passages that are often easier for actors to memorize, because you are working with someone, and generally have less text than in a monologue or soliloquy. In Shaw however, each 'line' of dialogue is usually a paragraph. Making every page of Shavian dialogue three or four times longer than normal. And then there are the speeches (at least one per page) that are herculean in their breadth and scope. So that the only way to bring one of Shaw's play in at under three hours is to tear through the text and hope the audience catches up.
So that is what we were tackling on Sunday, and trying to wrap our heads around, with the opening date of Friday fast before us. Our minds scrambled, we were all excited about having Monday off, and as per Mr. Shaw's quote indulged in a night's repose and some due leisure.
A Holiday in Portland

While some of the company members laid low and used the day off to recover and prepare for the coming week's travails, Clare, Julie, Annie and I decided to sneak off to Portland for a little change of pace.
Portland, an hour from Monmouth is the biggest city in Maine and has been a cultural hub since its founding in the seventeenth century. It is a delightful New England town, with red brick architecture all along the waterfront of the Old Port district, coffee shops and restaurants and all manner of funky city-folk about. After five weeks in tiny, rural Monmouth, it was unbelievably refreshing to feel the pulse and vibe of a new city and bask in its energy.
As we walked through the historic downtown, we passed through Longfellow square, with a statue of the famous poet, and his birth home a bit further on. Down in the Old Port we popped in and out of shops and explored all their was to see. An abundance of antiques and gift shops, bookstores and gorgeous architecture, it was a splendid walk. We were led by our incomparable colleague Dustin Tucker, who lives in Portland and works during the year at Portland Stage.
One of the highlights of our day was a spontaneous tour of Portland Stage. We arrived at the theater (now closed for the summer) and luckily ran across the Literary Manager, who knew Dustin and let us in to see the stage, dressing rooms and rehearsal hall. It is a really lovely space and looks like a great place to work.

But by far the best part of our day was the feast we had on the waterfront. At Dusty's recommendation we sought out J's Oyster Bar, a divey establishment right on the water, to procure an authentic Maine lobster. Though Clare (not much of a seafood eater) played it safe with the baked haddock, the rest of us got the lobster special, which turned out to be quite special indeed:

So it was that after a lovely day in the city, we traveled back to Monmouth and prepared for the week to come.
But while we were away, other shenanigans were taking place in sleepy Monmouth. And not all of our company escaped unscathed. Here with the story in full is my distinguished colleague Maarouf. Take it away!
ACTOR VS TECHNOLOGY
by: Master Maarouf Naboulsi, Esq.


Man vs. Machine indeed. Glad you're still with us Maarouf. :)
Tuesday was back to the grind, our 10-out-of-12 tech rehearsal for Misalliance. And while the show is by no means tech-heavy, there were a few snags along the way. Namely the timing involved in the simulated plane crash at the end of act one. In the script, a biplane is supposed to circle the pavilion where the characters have been talking and crash offstage in the greenhouse. To achieve this, the lights and sound have to synchronize with the actors so that the effect will work. There were some very convincing plane noises, as well as a simulated shadow passing across the stage from the lighting dept. Unfortunately it took us the better part of an hour to get the timing right. So as we were running this in rehearsal the actors would all react broadly to where they thought the plane sounds would come from, only to have them come out of a different speaker behind them. Thus the cast would then turn in the direction of the sound with a hubbub of: "Oh I thought it was over there?" "That was strange" and "What a strange flying machine" . . . only to have the plane's shadow land a moment later than the sound. So they would react to a sound that came from the wrong direction, dodge a shadow that went from left to right instead of right to left, and generally turn in circles for a while until we finally got all three elements, lights/sound/actors on the same page. Its astounding sometimes how things that are deceptively simple to the audience take the most time to coordinate.


Thursday's run through was, if anything, marginally better. Dave, the director (who had kept admirably high spirits throughout the process) as well as those behind the tech table laughed heartily at all the punch-lines, and we started to feel energized by their reactions. Even though we knew it was forced (those folks had seen the play many times at that point) its funny how a little reverb from the otherwise empty house will pick up the energy of the run. And while we did still have to call for line, and it was by no means smooth, our final dress rehearsal did let us see that there might, in fact, be light at the end of the tunnel. Now it was just a question of how to get there.

Friday, our premiere, had arrived. Instead of a rehearsal the day of, it is a Theater at Monmouth tradition to have an 'Italian Run Through'; i.e. a speed-through (cause Italians talk fast, get it?) in order to keep the play fresh in our heads and get energized for the night's opening performance. Usually, this takes about half the time of a play, averaging out somewhere around forty-five minutes. With Misalliance however, we were there for almost two hours. Again, mountains and mountains of text. But it did really help to keep all those words in our heads and get us focused for the evening's performance.
The time had come: it was 7:00 on Friday night. The patrons were gathering outside, our colleagues from the theater who were not involved in the show, about two-thirds of the company, were anticipating the opening and excited to be in the audience. The cast of Misalliance was in the dressing room, and tensions were high. None of us knew how this was going to go over. Dave had been telling us to trust the material, but no matter how much we trusted Mr. Shaw, we knew that the sheer scope of the play made it a difficult task to sustain over the course of two and a half hours (the best run time we had had thus far was 2:37)--not to mention the fact that we had never had a real audience to see if anybody else actually thought this play was interesting or funny at all.


On stage in the second act there was no time to think about how the audience was receiving it, as we were doing everything we could just to get the lines out and stay connected to the conflicts in the story.. It was like an enormous chain of dominoes that took half the night to set up, but in the end provided a tremendously satisfying display of calamity and causality.

But that is a story for next week! Till then, we continue to press on, with our:
Superabundant Vitality!
BBell
PS: Check out the review of Misalliance here.
I'm so happy to have found your blog. This is my first summer volunteering at Monmouth. The extra peek into the back stage life of the company is delightful.
ReplyDeleteI had a great time watching on Wednesday night of Misalliance. As a college student back home for the summer, I thought I would do something different and spend the evening at the Monmouth Theater. I enjoyed it so much, I have been going every night since. Pericles, Prince of Tyre was very good tonight. Next on my list is The Comedy of Errors and Is He Dead?
ReplyDeleteAs a fairly comic person, I now feel inspired to do comedy skits for the whole family. :)