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Yes, I’m Still Talking About That Play

Can I make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday?  Well, I have five hours till midnight (although my WordPress timestamp may disagree), but the sad fact is, I got nuthin’.  The happy fact is, my headache finally went away.  I guess I could just continue my theme of All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time.  Can I think of anything new to say about it? We shall see.

The King and his guys.

In the spirit of Waste Not, Want Not, I append another rehearsal shot. I hope some friends take pictures of the performance that I can steal.

I was just looking over my lines again.  I had meant to study them while on breaks at work, but my headache interfered.  Other days I have recited my speeches in my head while I worked (it is the sort of job where you can do that) but had not the brain power for such activities today (cue unkind remarks about my usual lack of brain power).

She’s telling him a thing or two, I think.

I am gradually internalizing the fact that tomorrow is Opening Performance.  I will soon start to get all nervous about remembering all my costumes and props.  My lines?  Truth be known, I rarely forget them.  Still, it could happen.  I will look them over again.

In the meantime,  I am over 200 words.  Score!  And Happy Friday,  everyone.

Once again Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company Saturday and Sunday, Aug. 13 and 14 at 1 p.m. at Benton’s Landing in Little Falls, NY.  Admission is free.

 

What’s Wrong with a Post-Rehearsal Post, Anyways?

I think I have time for a Pre-Rehearsal Post before my ride picks me up, but is it the best use of my time?  The more I think about it, the more flustered I get.  Now I am getting heart palpitations.  Or is that heartburn because I ate the wrong thing for supper?  As regular readers know,  most of my problems fall under the heading Operator Error.

Someone’s in trouble.

I threw in a picture from last night’s rehearsal, to try to get myself back on track.  Hmm… It’s no use.  My brain is not responding.  Not an unusual situation for me,  you may justly observe.

That is where I gave into my nerves, saved what I had, and logged out.  Now it is after rehearsal and I would like to finish this post before I go to bed.  I am not as exhausted as I felt yesterday, so I’ve got that going for me.

An amusing pair indeed.

As I keep saying, there are many funny parts in the play.  I keep sharing them with my husband Steve, with the result that he says now he does not need to go see the play.  I shall not repeat the error with my blog readers.

I took a lot of shots of this scene.

Once again, Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare will be presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company Saturday and Sunday, Aug. 13 and 14 at 1 p.m. at Benton’s Landing in Little Falls, NY, as part of Little Falls Canal Celebration. Admission is free.

Labouring Over Tired Tuesday

Hello and welcome to another Post-Rehearsal Post.  There will not be many more of these.  For one reason, we do not have many more rehearsals.  Yikes!  Opening Performance is in just four days!

Regular readers know I am talking about Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, being staged by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company as part of Little Falls Canal Celebration this weekend. I just got back from a dress rehearsal.  I brought my Tablet and took a few pictures.

It was hard to get one where everybody showed.  

I will need to work on getting a few shots of the scenes I am in.  And maybe get a few staged shots to really show the costumes.

Another funny scene.

I am still laughing out loud over some of the bits in this play.  I have some very funny castmates.

This was an earlier scene. Should I have gone in order?

I guess I do not have a whole lot else to say about rehearsal.  I am going to say that is OK for a Tired Tuesday Post.  For one reason,  I want to go to bed NOW.

I will probably spread my pictures out over a few posts.  After all, it is All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time.

Once again, performances are at Benton’s Landing in Little Falls, NY Saturday and Sunday, August 13 and 14 at 1 p.m.

 

Post-Rehearsal Monster?

Well, I missed making a Pre-Rehearsal Post, but I hope to come up with something before heading off to bed.  I am also hoping that by taking time to make a blog post, the fan I just put in my bedroom window will have time to cool that room off somewhat.  It seemed a little cooler outdoors than previously.  Oh, I know, I know, it could be a lot worse.  At least we have fans and electricity to run them.  I am not a complete ingrate.

Totally me. In more ways than one.

Full disclosure:  I tend to be dramatic about many things, not just the heat.  As regular readers know, theatre is my life!  We had a pretty good rehearsal earlier.  Unfortunately, I did not take any pictures.  I suppose I have not shared all I took at an earlier rehearsal.  Unfortunately, they are on my Tablet, and I am on my laptop (dining room table top, as regular readers may recall) (I always feel I have to reiterate these things, like saying I am pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus when I am on the Tablet.  I hope my readers do not find it tiresome).

I guess she told him!

There!  I got on the Tablet and found one I like.  I need to take some more rehearsal pictures.  Perhaps tomorrow, when we will be in costume.  I hope I have time to press my Rosaline dress.  It is a little wrinkly.  It is OK if my Jacquenetta outfit is a little rough; she is, after all, a base wench.

In the meantime, I am over 250 words.  I find that respectable, especially for a Monstrous Monday (since I included the Wicked Witch of the West, I think we can count this as a Monstrous Monday post).  I will just mention once again that my rehearsal was for Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, being presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, Saturday and Sunday, August 13 and 14, 1 p.m., at Benton’s Landing, Little Falls as part of Little Falls Canal Celebration.  Admission is free!

 

No, I Don’t Know My Lines Yet

I guess I have time for a Tired Tuesday Pre-Rehearsal Post. I started to write a Pedestrian Post before work this morning but did not get very far with it. Additionally, if I want to type in something previously written, the operative thing to do is sit down at our once-laptop-now-dining-room-tabletop. It is more comfortable where I am, lounged on the couch with my Tablet, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus. So much for my computer considerations.

I forgot to bring my script to work today so could not study my lines on breaks. I did spend some time thinking about my characters (I have two parts) and their motivations. One thing I have learned: if you concentrate on character, it is easier to remember your lines.

I learned this quite by accident back in high school. It was right before a performance, and I was nervous. I felt to look over the lines again would only make it worse, so I started telling myself everything I knew about my character. I figured if I forgot the lines, at least I could ad lib in character. It turned out, I did not have to ad lib.

I guess this makes an adequate Pre-Rehearsal Post: a theatre memory and my little tip to any reader that has to learn lines. Now I have to get ready for rehearsal. Oh, for anybody just tuning in, it is rehearsal for Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, to be presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, as part of Little Falls, NY Canal Days festivities in August.

And So It Begins

I got an email last week about a table reading for Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, the play to be presented by LiFT, the Little Falls, NY Theatre Company during the Canal Days this August (ooh, that was a long sentence).

Full disclosure: My friend Kim told me about it first, and I went searching through my emails till I found it. I have four email addresses and sadly do not check them all on a regular basis. Be that as it may, I am really excited to be starting Shakespeare again.

Of course there is that little voice in my head that says, “What are you thinking? You’re tired all the time. Your brain does not function at the capacity it once did, and you still haven’t found time to clean the damn house! How the hell are you going find the oomph to be in a play?”

To that voice, I explain, “Shut up.”

I wrote the above on Monday, because I was too excited to wait till the read-through to start blogging about LiFT and Shakespeare. We had the read-through last night, and it was FUN! There were people I have worked with before and have not seen in a while. There were new to me people (I mean, they weren’t brand new people) (I don’t think), and people who were new to the threatre. The more experienced people assured the newcomers that they would catch right on and have a lot of fun. Indeed, as we read, they certainly seemed to.

Now I have a great motivation to accomplish the elusive WordPress upgrade and share pictures of this new cast as we rehearse another Shakespeare play. No time to write more! I have to start learning my lines.

Sorry, Shakespeare

I was so excited to learn that LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company is going to do William Shakespeare’s Love’s Labour’s Lost this summer, I sat right down to read the play (actual lounged right down, because I was reading in bed). I decided on my first reading (I intend to read it at least three times before auditions) I would just read straight through, not pausing to check the footnotes and end notes (the edition I was reading has both). I felt comfortable with this decision, because half the time I look at the footnote and think, “I could have figured that out by myself.” Not that I am so clever (sometimes I think I am); it’s just that the footnotes are sometimes kind of condescending.

Be that as it may, I thought I would make a blog post about my impressions of the play on one quick reading. Full disclosure: I have actually started my second reading of it as I write this. Fuller disclosure: it is fun for me to write this sort of thing.

The play starts out with the King and some of his guys all taking an oath that they will study for three years with no women. The King is actually pretty mean about it, because he says he will cut the tongue out of any woman who comes into the castle. I guess that goes back to the age-old contention (mostly of men) that women talk too much (don’t get me started on that, because I will).

One courtier demurs, saying “Dat’s crazy talk!” But, you know, in Shakespeare speech. Apparently when he agreed to study, he didn’t realize about the no women part. But I guess he agrees to go along with it (who can say no to the king?).

Then there is this Spaniard, Armadio, I think his name is, who must be the comic relief, and he is in love with Jacquenetta. There is some funny stuff between Armadio and Moth, which I probably would have got more out of if I had also read the footnotes. Incidentally, I did read an end note which said “Moth” was pronounced “Mote.” Good to know.

Next the Princess shows up with her girls and some guy attending them. They have some dialogue about how beautiful the Princess is, what her girls have heard about the guys in the castle, some other stuff I missed (reading fast, remember?).

Eventually the King and his guys come out. The King tells the ladies they are welcome but they can’t come in. He wants them to go camp out in some field and he will visit them there. I guess that is not a strict violation of his No Women While I Study oath, but I personally am skeptical. The Princess is not impressed either, but she does not hightail it back to France as I would have done, or maybe to some other country with a friendlier, non-stupid-oath-taking king. Hell, she’s a princess; she doesn’t have to put up with this kind of cavalier treatment!

There follow a couple of scenes with the guys and girls together. I think the guys give the girls tokens then leave. I was feeling pretty tired when I read that scene so am not sure. I was more awake when I read the next scene, where the girls naughtily switch tokens and mask up (to disguise themselves, not due to COVID, or I guess the plague at that time) (and let us not once again go into how easy it is to disguise oneself in plays, movies or TV; let us just accept that it is so) (for one reason, this post is getting kind of long). It works like a charm: the guys come back and all make love to the wrong girl. This is not the sort of thing that would have amused me when I was dating, but then, nobody is writing a play about me.

The guys leave and comeback again and some other stuff happens (I’m sure it will look better on stage). Just when everybody is in a fair way to getting engaged to the right person, a messenger comes on to tell the Princess that her father is dead. Wait, what? i thought this was a comedy? What the hell, Shakespeare?

So all the girls tell all the guys (one at a time, so it takes a while) that they will marry them if they wait a year. Well, that only makes sense, really. A year of mourning, isn’t that standard? Still, it seems a lot to ask. Or is it? In the first scene, weren’t the guys all ready to forgo fun in the sack for thee years just to study? I don’t think anybody mentions the discrepancy.

Be that as it may, the guys all agree, and everything ends happily. I guess.

Nobody needs to tell me that I probably got it all wrong, but feel free to do so if you are so inclined. Remember, I plan on reading it three times.

It’s All About Me, and The Tempest

 

In lieu of my usual Friday Lame Post, I thought I would continue my theme of All Tempest All The Time and plug tomorrow’s show at the Utica Zoo.  They have a nice little amphitheater.  Last year we performed Much Ado About Nothing there.  That had the charm of rhyme:  Much Ado at the Zoo.  Well, we can’t have everything.

We rehearsed at the zoo on Wednesday.  Did you know they block off the Parkway on Wednesday nights for the Utica Roadrunners?  Kim and I had to take a little walk to get to the zoo.  Oh well, I needed the exercise.  Alas, I did not bring my Tablet so have no pictures of rehearsal.  I just don’t imagine I will be able to get any of the performance either, because, you know, I’ll be acting.

The show at the Utica Zoo begins at 2  p.m. and is free with admission to the zoo. Cue jokes about animals in cages and on stages (I won’t make any of those jokes myself, because it still is Lame Post Friday, you know).

I’ll close with a couple of pictures from our dress rehearsal at Caroga Lake, where we performed Aug. 5.  Naturally I chose pictures that included me, because, as you know, it’s all about me.

That’s me with my arms upraised, you know, acting.

 

I chose this one, because I thought it would be nice to include one with swords out. I’m hoping for some actual sword fights in next summer’s Shakespeare play.

For more information about LiFT Theatre Company, you can visit their Facebook page.

 

 

 

 

Out of the Frying Pan into the Friar

I think I need theatre detox or one of those 12-step programs.  I just can’t stay away from the stuff!

I thought it would be an easy matter to take the summer off from working on a play (except, of course, for the one I’m writing).  Ilion Little Theatre doesn’t have a summer show. LiFT Theater Company in Little Falls is doing Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare (should I feel silly putting “by William Shakespeare”?  Because I do), but I carefully stayed home from auditions.  When a friend, who did audition and was cast, mentioned that Matt Powers, the director was still looking for people, I was tempted.  However, I reminded myself that I had decided to take a break and to use my summer for other projects.

Then I got a Facebook message from Matt, asking me was I interested in being the Friar.  Oh NO!  Of COURSE I was interested!  And so flattered to be asked (I know, he may have asked forty people before he asked me; the fact remains that he did ask me).

Still, I dithered.  I messaged back asking questions about dates and times.  I pondered and thought.  Then I realized that I had stalled for a couple of days during which Matt could have been asking someone else.  How rude to say no now!  Oh, who am I kidding?  We all knew I was going to do it.

And yes, if anyone was wondering, it was the friend mentioned previously who suggested Matt ask me.  I told her I didn’t know whether I should thank her or shake my fist at her, but we all know I’m happy about this.  For one reason, it will give me something else to write blog posts about.

Look, I’ve already started.  My question now is: was today’s post better or worse than my usual Lame Post Friday schtick?

 

Horrible History or The Humpbacked Murderer

I’m making bold to write about another horror movie, because it is Halloween week. Steven and I watched three this past Sunday. I do love to write about horror movies. Some may protest that The Tower of London (1962) sounds more like history than horror, but I think it veers more into the horror genre.

I knew I would be in for some spurious history, because the movie is about Richard III and the princes in the tower. However, Vincent Price as a hump-backed murderer, what’s not to like?

Richard III, many historians now say, did not have a hump and did not murder his nephews in order to seize the throne. These stories were commissioned by Henry VII, who defeated Richard III and became king himself, thus proving the adage that history is written by the winners.

Full disclosure: I may have that wrong or I may be quoting some controversial revisionism. I may look up some more information on Richard III and get back to you. Right now I want to write about a horror movie.

I feel no spoiler alert is necessary, because a voice-over at the beginning tells us what is going to happen: Richard Plantagenet is going to murder people who are going to come back and haunt him. I believe at the time this picture was made everybody believed the hump-backed murderer story, so perhaps the filmmakers figured people knew that already anyways.

I, of course, know all about what “everybody knows” about Richard III, because I saw a production of the play Richard III by William Shakespeare. I kept comparing what I remember about that play to this movie, and I was a little disappointed that Richard never said, “Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer…” (That’s all I remember of that speech.)

After the spoiler voice-over, the movie gets right down to business with Richard having a hunchback and looking evil. I could see where Mel Brooks got the idea for Igor’s movable hump, because Price’s prosthetic is not real consistent. Then again, my memory may be at fault and I only think the hump changed. If I watch the movie again, I’ll take hump notes (anyways, why would I not include a reference to Young Frankenstein if I thought I could get away with it?).

One of my favorite aspects of watching an old period piece like this one is the hats. I don’t know what they kept putting on Price’s head, but as far as I was concerned it didn’t do enough to cover his bowl haircut. At times I thought he looked like a Pilgrim from the neck up. Oh well, Thanksgiving is coming.

The women’s hats were more fun. One lady sported the traditional princess hat of a cone with a filmy scarf hanging from its point. Richard’s wife Anne had the best headgear. I’m not sure if the costume designers got them from paintings of the era (or within a couple hundred years; you know Hollywood) or from a deck of playing cards. Perhaps the Queen of Hearts, because in this picture, Richard truly loves his wife. She is a good wife, too, all encouraging his evil ambitions and to hell with everybody else. It’s sad what happens to her, which, spoiler alert or not, I won’t share here.

So almost right away, Richard starts murdering and almost immediately following, he starts to be haunted by the ghosts of his victims. You’d think he would repent his evil ways after the first ghost, but, no, after bouts of tremulous madness, he gets his evil mojo back and continues his blood-strewn path to the throne.

He is helped along the way by some henchman whose name I didn’t catch. I kept waiting for the henchman to turn on him or come to a bad end himself, but if it happened, I missed that part. I’m sure some people think that if I’m going to write about movies, it would behoove me to watch them with more attention. Well, I’m not apologizing, because I was roasting pumpkin seeds. It is Halloween week, after all.