Obviously Foggot
So i've been offered a role in this play which is pay at scale plus commission. Hallelujah.
The Director/Producer contacted me via FB after a mutual friend talked me up to him. Luckily, he'd seen me in "Charlie Cox runs with Scissors" and had interest in my acting capabilities. Also, movement.
So we set up a formal audition, I read the part of the script he wants me to look over for it and I'm happy to report that it's a real work of art. Strong writing, character initiative, complexity, and that's in the 2 pages I'd read. I get excited and I call him that evening to discuss acting style (does he want Brechtian detachment? Naturalism? Realism? Does he want a pase a double when my character enters?) I wring my hands. I've been studying Meisner technique for the past year and a half and there is a bit od physicality in the "Jeffrey Dahmer Death Dance" that he supposedly sees me in. I haven't taken a stage fall since 2009, wtf.
Then, he hits me with the bomb. Only one month to reheare. 4 days a week. 3 hour rehearsals. That's fine if we're doing a pastiche but the script i receive in my email attachment is this girthy 53 page play with just BLOCKS and BLOCKS of dialogue followed by 5 pages of Stage Direction.
You can tell the guy loves his Tony Kushner, Christopher Durang, and John Waters as there are parts of the piece that shift between the surreal, the exaggerated, morose, derelict, melodramatic, and hilarious. Which is great because if this wasn't as well written as it was (and if i weren't getting paid) then I might have a teensy little issue about the nudity and ehrmagerd violent rape scene that I winced through on page 36.
So yeah. Caleb's got his fuckin chops cut out for him. This is going to be actual work work.
I'm just happy I'm not a method actor.
The Director/Producer contacted me via FB after a mutual friend talked me up to him. Luckily, he'd seen me in "Charlie Cox runs with Scissors" and had interest in my acting capabilities. Also, movement.
So we set up a formal audition, I read the part of the script he wants me to look over for it and I'm happy to report that it's a real work of art. Strong writing, character initiative, complexity, and that's in the 2 pages I'd read. I get excited and I call him that evening to discuss acting style (does he want Brechtian detachment? Naturalism? Realism? Does he want a pase a double when my character enters?) I wring my hands. I've been studying Meisner technique for the past year and a half and there is a bit od physicality in the "Jeffrey Dahmer Death Dance" that he supposedly sees me in. I haven't taken a stage fall since 2009, wtf.
Then, he hits me with the bomb. Only one month to reheare. 4 days a week. 3 hour rehearsals. That's fine if we're doing a pastiche but the script i receive in my email attachment is this girthy 53 page play with just BLOCKS and BLOCKS of dialogue followed by 5 pages of Stage Direction.
You can tell the guy loves his Tony Kushner, Christopher Durang, and John Waters as there are parts of the piece that shift between the surreal, the exaggerated, morose, derelict, melodramatic, and hilarious. Which is great because if this wasn't as well written as it was (and if i weren't getting paid) then I might have a teensy little issue about the nudity and ehrmagerd violent rape scene that I winced through on page 36.
So yeah. Caleb's got his fuckin chops cut out for him. This is going to be actual work work.
I'm just happy I'm not a method actor.