Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Actress Playing Juliet Falls from Balcony

from The Independent on Sunday
October 5, 2003
by Andrew Johnson

A production of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare's tragedy of star- crossed lovers, ended abruptly at a Worcestershire theatre when the actress playing Juliet fell off the balcony during the play's most famous scene, it emerged yesterday.

Laura Rees was so engrossed in her role at the Malvern Theatre on Friday night that she leaned out a little too far and tumbled eight feet down on to the stage, the English Touring Theatre's spokesman Drew Colverd said.

She suffered bruising and minor injuries that needed hospital treatment, and wounded pride. The remainder of that evening's performance was cancelled and Ms Rees will need a week to recover before resuming her role in Oxford.

How Ms Rees came to fall off the balcony is unclear, but an inspection of the set had not disclosed any faults, Mr Colverd said. "It seems that Laura was simply acting her socks off. She was so engrossed in the part, and just leant out a bit too far and she fell about eight feet.

"She is absolutely fine and a little bit embarrassed, but thankfully she only had a few bruises. Fortunately we have a natural break now of around a week and a half before we move on to Oxford for the next stage of the tour.

"It is very unfortunate that we had to cancel, but we are not the sort of company that employs understudies and there is no way we would expect Laura to carry on after what happened."

Mr Colverd added that the set had undergone full safety checks before it was assembled, and also following the incident last night, but no faults were discovered and there were no plans to modify it.

Copyright 2003 Independent Newspapers UK LimitedProvided by ProQuest Information and Learning Company. All rights Reserved.

Currently watching: Romeo and Juliet

Monday, March 26, 2007

Poetry-Time Cafe with Rainer Maria Rilke

WOMAN IN LOVE

That is my window. Just now
I have so softly wakened.
I thought that I would float.
How far does my life reach,
and where does the night begin?

I could think that everything
was still me all around;
transparent like a crystal's
depths, darkened, mute.

I could keep even the stars
within me; so immense
my heart seems to me; so willingly
it let him go again

whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold.
Like something strange, undreamt-of,
my fate now gazes at me.

For what, then, am I stretched out
beneath this endlessness,
exuding fragrance like a meadow,
swayed this way and that,

calling out and frightened
that someone will hear the call,
and destined to disappear
inside some other life.

Currently reading: Romeo and Juliet (Arden Shakespeare: Second Series)

Saturday, March 24, 2007

A Productive Day, Indeed

I had a meeting with an agent this morn at 9.
I had an audition for a student film at Chapman University this early-afternoon at 1.

I made the agent cry.
I made the director cry.

The agent wants to sign me.
The director offered me the role.

(All in a days work, indeed)

Currently listening: The Woman in White (2004 Original London Cast)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Poetry-Time Cafe with William Stafford

A RITUAL TO READ TO EACH OTHER

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

(thank you, matthew, for taping this to my dressing room mirror)

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Poetry-Time Cafe with Sylvia Plath

BLACK ROOK IN RAINY WEATHER

On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident

To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall is they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.

Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent

Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent

By bestowing largesse, honor,
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); skeptical,
Yet politic, ignorant

Of whatever angel may choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant

A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content

Of sorts. Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.

Currently listening to: Melancholishch Schon

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Oprah Winfrey's Dream Come True

This woman!!!

I would love to do this for the Philippines. One day.




Currently watching: The Pride of the Yankees

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Poetry-Time Cafe with e e cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any---lifted from the no
of all nothing---human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Currently listening to: I Wish It So

Friday, February 2, 2007

Article on LIFE IS A DREAM



Sunday, January 28, 2007

A 'Dream' revisited
Director and translator see relevance and beauty in the masterpiece of a Spanish playwright.

By PAUL HODGINS
The Orange County Register

Pedro Calderón de la Barca isn't a name that sparks instant recognition, even from theater know-it-alls. The 17th-century Spanish playwright wrote well over 200 works during his long and productive career, but unlike Shakespeare, Calderón was writing mostly for a select audience: the court of Spain's King Philip IV.

Even his universally acknowledged masterpiece, "Life Is a Dream," is more read and talked about than performed. The only recent major American production was held at Brooklyn's BAM Festival in 1999.

That kind of obscurity is just fine with director Kate Whoriskey and playwright Nilo Cruz. Whoriskey is directing Cruz's new translation of "Life Is a Dream" on South Coast Repertory's Segerstrom Stage; it begins previews this week.

"I'm a purist; I like to have my own personal response to the material," said Whoriskey, an associate artist at SCR whose work there ("Antigone," "The Clean House," "The Caucasian Chalk Circle") is often characterized by bold visual and thematic concepts.

Whoriskey once watched other versions of a Shakespeare play she was going to direct. "It didn't work. What happens is I'll go, 'Oh, that's a good idea, this is a good idea.' I like to come up with my own thread. If I see a great piece of theater that's a (production of) a classic, then I don't want to do it."

"I like to start with a clean slate," said Cruz, a busy Cuban-American playwright whose "Anna in the Tropics" won the 2003 Pulitzer Prize. "I speak Spanish, so I looked at the original script. There were a couple of editions that had slight changes here and there. But I wasn't interested in looking at other translations."

Cruz saw a staging of "Life Is a Dream" years ago in Miami. "I was a very young man; it was before I was involved in theater. They were really trying to honor the play. People were dressed in fur. It was in the original Spanish, which is like Shakespeare – it takes me a few minutes to adapt my ear, then I'm fine."

Whoriskey had never seen a production. "I just read the script and got really interested," she said. The play's themes struck the director as potentially resonant to a 21st-century American audience. "It's about fate and revenge and what it means to be a good or a bad leader."

At first glance, the story seems set in a universe completely removed from the here and now. Calderón placed the action in Poland, which was then a far-off and exotic locale for a Spanish audience. Whoriskey and Cruz are less specific about the setting, but they have chosen to make it otherworldly. Walt Spangler's sets feature jagged, blood-red mountains, hovering celestial objects and a huge, menacing bird.

"It's set in an entirely fictional landscape," Whoriskey said. "We're not pulling from any one area. We're making our own vocabulary."

Born under a bad sign
In his review of the 1999 production, New York Times theater critic Ben Brantley described "Life Is a Dream" as "part morality play, part fantastical allegory and part gut-grabbing revenge tragedy, with a cosmic sweep that looks back to Sophocles and a pointed, playful awareness of theatrical illusion that anticipates Pirandello." Dense, obtuse, full of repetition and odd subplots, it defies easy staging.

Calderón was inspired by the age-old philosophical quandary about life's waking and sleeping moments. How do we know what's real and what isn't? When does life begin and dreaming end?

The play's plot is as strange as anything Shakespeare ever devised. Segismundo, a prince, has spent his whole life in a barren jail cell because his father, Basilio, a firm believer in astrology, is convinced that his offspring will turn out to be bad news. According to his life horoscope, if Segismundo ascends to power he would bring doom to the kingdom.

Nearing the end of his life and reign, Basilio finally decides to set Segismundo free. The young man is drugged, brought to the court, and restored to royal splendor. But his vengeful behavior seems a strong confirmation of astrological predictions, so he is returned to his cell and told that his brief visit to the palace was all a dream.

Like most plays of the Spanish Golden Age, "Life Is a Dream" is crowded with subplots, minor characters and romance. Whoriskey and Cruz have kept most of those details, although they did cut Calderón's script liberally.

"There is a lot of repetition," Cruz said. "It's not a short play. But when I worked on (Shakespeare's) 'Taming of the Shrew,' there's a whole segment that's left out at the beginning." Whoriskey pointed out that "Hamlet" and "The Tempest" are frequently trimmed as well.

"I feel that Nilo had a real respect for the playwright that I didn't share at first," Whoriskey said. "At the workshop I said, 'We've got to change that ending. It just doesn't work.' He said, 'No, we can't just change it. We have to work within certain parameters.' "

The ending has been altered, but carefully, the director said. "In the original, it's basically about being able to triumph over your emotions. I think we are living in a time where emotional truth leads you to the right intellectual decision. We've been tweaking that ending so that it's not jarring for our audience."

No horses, please
One major alteration Cruz made was ignoring Calderón's rhyming couplets in favor of free verse. "I've never liked rhyme. And what I wanted to do was maintain the fluidity that it has in Spanish without going into rhyme. When one is doing a translation for the sake of rhyme, one loses the context of what the characters are actually saying. I wanted something that was a little more modern-sounding and yet maintained the eloquence and beauty of the language."

Though Whoriskey describes the play as "a parable for modern America" in several respects, she has been careful not to make the parallel too overt. "In rehearsal, we put a hood on somebody and I said, 'Whoa, that's Abu Ghraib in a way that's so bald, and it pulls the audience into trying to make an association at a moment when the story should stand on its own.' We're constantly coming up against the issue of how much (the audience will) infer."

The director also found that while the play is full of opportunities for humor, it has to be used judiciously.

"How you go from one moment to the other is essential. In rehearsal I thought, 'Oh, this part will be funny,' and it was. And then I put it up against the previous moment and realized, 'This is awful because it undercuts the weight of the scene.' "

Whoriskey made some curious discoveries about the play's dream sequences. The concept of dream vs. reality is crucial to the plot, but the difference between the two worlds isn't as clear as she initially thought.

"The play goes in and out of dreamscape all the time. l discovered the dreams aren't just when it says, 'This is a dream.' The moments that are supposedly real, there are dream sequences hidden inside of those, too."

Whoriskey promises that her production will do justice to the play's grand scope and Calderon's heroic and sweeping vision. But there are practical limitations. The play opens with a spectacular scene of runaway horses – something that any theater director would find challenging.

"I've seen horses portrayed beautifully on stage, but the effect is always really expensive. To spend all that on something that just lasts a moment is a waste." She smiled. "But I do include a riding crop!"

Cruz isn't new to the challenges of translating and adapting Spanish classics. He has worked on four other plays, including two by Federico Garcia Lorca, often considered the most difficult modern Spanish playwright to translate.

"I really try to honor the writer. I love Lorca very much, and I learned a lot about language in translating his work. When I was doing my first translation of Lorca, 'The House of Bernarda Alba,' I found that most translators don't honor his language. There's a very simple line: 'Pepe el Romano camina con la luna,' which translates as 'Pepe el Romano walks with the moon.' It's often translated as 'Walks by moonlight.' Well, that's pedestrian." Cruz showed his disdain with a shrug. "But to walk with the moon – that's beautiful and very theatrical.

"People sometimes don't trust what the writer is trying to do. You just have to pay close attention, that's all."

LIFE IS A DREAM at South Coast Repertory's Segergstrom stage. Previews begin Friday, February 2nd. Opening night: Friday, February 9th. Closing night: Sunday, March 11th. More info at:
www.scr.org, or call: 714 708 5555


Currently listening to: Corinne Bailey Rae

Sunday, January 28, 2007

LIFE IS A DREAM at SCR

South Coast Repertory
SEGERSTROM STAGE
655 Town Center Drive
Costa Mesa, CA 92628

LIFE IS A DREAM
By
Pedro Calderón de la Barca
Translated and Adapted by Nilo Cruz
Original Music by Rob Milburn and Michael Bodeen
Directed by Kate Whoriskey

CREATIVE TEAM: Walt Spangler (set design), Ilona Somogyi (costume design), Scott Zielinski (lighting design), Rob Milburn and Michael Bodeen (sound design), Warren Adams (choreography), John Glore (dramaturg) and Erin Nelson (stage manager)

CAST: John de Lancie (Basilio), Daniel Breaker (Segismundo), Jason Manuel Olazábal (Astolfo), Richard Doyle (Clotaldo), Jennifer Chu (Estrella), Matt D'Amico (Clarín), Lucia Brawley (Rosaura) and Luis Vega (Revolutionary Leader/Servant) with Michael Irish, Ary Katz, Ceilidh Lamont, Lovelle Liquigan, Tara Louise and Andrew Scott

TICKETS: $20-$51 previews; $28-$60 regular performances.

RUNS: February 2 – March 11, 2007

PREVIEWS:
February 2 FRI at 8:00pm
February 3 SAT at 8:00pm
February 4 SUN at 7:30pm
February 6 TUE at 7:30pm
February 7 WED at 8:00pm
February 8 THU at 8:00pm
OPENING NIGHT: February 9 FRI at 8:00pm
REGULAR PERFORMANCES:
February 10 SAT at 2:30pm (Pay-What-You-Will)
February 10 SAT at 8:00pm (Press Night)
February 11 SUN at 2:30pm
February 11 SUN at 7:30pm
February 13 TUE at 7:30pm
February 14 WED at 8:00pm (Post-Show Discussion)
February 15 THU at 8:00pm
February 16 FRI at 8:00pm
February 17 SAT at 2:30pm (Inside the Season)
February 17 SAT at 8:00pm
February 18 SUN at 2:30pm
February 18 SUN at 7:30pm
February 20 TUE at 7:30pm (Post-Show Discussion)
February 21 WED at 8:00pm
February 22 THU at 8:00pm
February 23 FRI at 8:00pm
February 24 SAT at 2:30pm
February 24 SAT at 8:00pm
February 25 SUN at 2:30pm
February 25 SUN at 7:30pm
February 27 TUE at 7:30pm
February 28 WED at 8:00pm
March 1 THU at 8:00pm
March 2 FRI at 8:00pm
March 3 SAT at 2:30pm
March 3 SAT at 8:00pm
March 4 SUN at 2:30pm
March 4 SUN at 7:30pm
March 6 TUE at 7:30pm
March 7 WED at 8:00pm
March 8 THU at 8:00pm
March 9 FRI at 8:00pm
March 10 SAT at 2:30pm (ASL-interpreted)
March 10 SAT at 8:00pm
March 11 SUN at 2:30pm
CLOSING NIGHT: March 11 SUN at 7:30pm

POST SHOW DISCUSSIONS:
Wednesday, Feb. 14
and Tuesday, Feb. 20
Discuss the play with members of the cast following the performance.

INSIDE THE SEASON: Life is a Dream
Saturday, Feb. 17, 10:30am–12:30pm
A 2-hour comprehensive class featuring creative personnel from the current production. Tickets: $10.

BOX OFFICE WINDOW HOURS: 10am to 8:30pm Tuesdays through Saturdays; noon to 8pm Sundays; 10am to 6 pm Mondays and non-performance days. American Express, VISA and MasterCard accepted. (714) 708-5555.

LOCATION: Folino Theatre Center, 655 Town Center Drive, Costa Mesa CA 92626. One block east of South Coast Plaza at the Bristol Street/Avenue of the Arts exit off the San Diego (405) Freeway.

More 411: www.scr.org

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Monday, January 15, 2007

Poetry-Time Cafe with Edna St Vincent Millay

SONNET II

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,--so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shown his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!