We enter the final phase of rehearsals of Winter.
We are rehearsing upstairs in a Dance studio. Our rehearsal schedule is conditioned by the ballet dancers below. When they are there the piano music seeps through the ceiling, making pretty havoc with our concentration.
Acts 1&2 are more or less ready. The actors start to feel comfortable within their curious rhythms. Finding the moments which the text never indicated where the sequence of curt words are actually flaring up, or merely marking time, until the next twist of thought, instinct, unlikely action.
Acts 3&4 have all the shape but are still in the process of finding their body. But they are nearly there. And then it will be runs and runs and runs. There's no room to slack off with Fosse. Everything has to have the requisite degree of truthfulness and theatrical. The play is like a big cat. It can come over all cuddly but if you leave it alone for too long it will turn around and bite your hand off.
We are rehearsing upstairs in a Dance studio. Our rehearsal schedule is conditioned by the ballet dancers below. When they are there the piano music seeps through the ceiling, making pretty havoc with our concentration.
Acts 1&2 are more or less ready. The actors start to feel comfortable within their curious rhythms. Finding the moments which the text never indicated where the sequence of curt words are actually flaring up, or merely marking time, until the next twist of thought, instinct, unlikely action.
Acts 3&4 have all the shape but are still in the process of finding their body. But they are nearly there. And then it will be runs and runs and runs. There's no room to slack off with Fosse. Everything has to have the requisite degree of truthfulness and theatrical. The play is like a big cat. It can come over all cuddly but if you leave it alone for too long it will turn around and bite your hand off.
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