the frustration is nearly insurmountable.
i have a question: if you were a director, adn you ask your actor to take a certain tactic In Rehearsal, or maybe dance a little in the show, and THEY respond with "no. i absolutely cannot. if you demand me to dance, i won't. if you want someone to do this, you should find someone else", what would you do?
i have a male actor. he's 30-40. he's pretty talented.
i asked him to not use an accent in the show, he's using an irish accent.
i asked him to dance in the show, he point blank said no.
i asked him to try a different tactic, he refused.
i asked him to do a scene by himself, he refused.
he is driving me insane. i literally cried for half an hour after the rehearsal, because while what he has been doing in rehearsal has been good, i don't want it in my show.
is this being too uptight? am i not bending?
i wanted the show to be about the things we say, and the miscommunication between lovers. i wanted it to be about the emotional and mental divides. his scenes are all about contact, and physical presense and sex. it's driving me insane.
i feel like when people think of love, they all too easily blame it's failure on physical problems, or violence, but never n the tiny nuances of what we say and how we say them, and what we are thinking and how that obviously effects them.
AND SINCE WHEN IS IT ACCEPTABLE TO TELL A DIRECTOR YOU CANNOT AND WILL NOT TAKE THEIR DIRECTION?!?!
this is quickly becoming his play, and every time i ask eriko for support she says "give him a few more days". if i give him a few more days we won't have enough time to replace him.
god dammit. i hate my play so much right now i want to quit.
just. god fucking dammit!
also, he is pretty good, and if we would take my direction he could completely fulfill what i see. he just WON'T. and i don't have another actor even close to what he does. and i'm limited because he needs to be about 30-40.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFCUKFCUFKCUFKCFUKCFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUKCUFKCFUKCFUKFCUKFUCKFUCKFUKCFUKCFUCK!!!
god fuckign dammit!
in other news, dom is leaving. he quit his job, and is leaving in early april. last night i asked him to come up and play with us, and he didn't quite want to. he said we'd meet up tonite. i called him tonite and he was too tired and didn't want to meet.
after the rehearsal of doom, that rather hurt.
nothing like actually enjoying a friend, and wanting to spend what little bits of time you can with them before your flung to different sides of the globe.
but, well. that's how it goes.
i suppose he doesn't quite realize that nearly every hour of my next two weeks is scheduled, and none of it includes much time to play before 11pm, and he's not really one to play after.
lessons in friendship. thought i'd learned this little one by now.
i feel like somehow my life became very black and white and i'm just so fucking pissed that it's either all or nothing.
this is why i move. this is why i don't want to bother doing things or knowing people. because it all turns to shit anyway.