Elia Kazan: «You've got to keep fighting; you've got to risk your life every six months to stay alive».
THR221 Intermediate Acting
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It's not about being or not being a major; it's about a simple thing -- a commitment. A life-long commitment.
Biomechanics as any other technique or skill requires constant training and advance. You can see it right away: who is working with you and who is not. No, I am not talking about doing the homework, texts and assignments, this is about being a good and bad student and about grades. Some do get good grades, because they are good students. They usually do not do anything extra. They go from Fundamentals to Intermediate and even to Advanced Acting without becoming actors.
If you have some background in gymnastics or even karate, it's good. If you don't, it's bad.
All right, I will say it. We live in the world that will never mature. The sound is too loud, the colors are too flashy, everything is at your face, because the money people understood that our attention span is no longer than of a monkey. This is not the way how artist gain mastery. What could I say? That Leo Tolstoy had 13 drafts of "War and Peace"? Many of my students didn't read it and many do not know how big the book is. Do I hyave to tell them that they should work on the monologue from "The Three Sisters" for the rest of their life and dying, maybe, there will be a revelation -- this is how I should do this line... but there will be no time left.
What should I tell them? Why Bethowen became deaf and Leonardo blind? They can put the CD on and listen, you saw the paintings. Do they think that they can enter into relations with Shakepeare the way they enter a shopping mall? Do you think you can BUY it? The Art. Why don't you go to the library, concert, theatre and enjoy it? Why do you have to get on stage next to the masters? Why do you think that you can get by next to the great talents who dedicated their lives to the craft? Sorry, I have to do it.
And who will be doing this acting?
Did you study yourself?
Here is the story told me by the Kirov Ballet dancer:
The choreographer told me after the rehearsal: "You are doing fine, but your forehead is dead."
What? My foreahed must act, when all I am focus on is the body motion?
"So, what did you do?" I asked my friend.
"For a month in the bathroom I was moving my forehead musles with my hands."
"And what did he say one month later?"
"Better," he said.
(pause)
"He said 'better' -- he didn't say 'great'," added Fred.
Are you there? Can you hear me? Do you understand what I am saying?
Sorry, again, folks, I have short fusses. But I do not understand many of you who would not dare to challenge a heavy weight boxing champ, but take a Shakespeare monologue without a second thought! What do you think is about to happened?
I am a loser. I get knocked down time and again. Do you know why I still do it, the theatre?
At the end, I do not mind to be put down by Shakespeare. I get from the canvas and say -- Thanks a lot, Bill! He is good. I hope I can learn this punch. How did he do it? Wow! I am on the floor again.
I am 52. I am not dead yet. Maybe I am too slow, but I want to learn. Go ahead, sir. Teach me, I know that you are gentle and I will live -- give your best, so I can learn.
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Lessons of The Three Sisters, 12th Night and HamletDreams -- maybe finally all the pages (directing, acting, film, production books) could come together...
Another casebook?
How different from the 12th Night?
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Webcast? I don't know yet.
Nourish the Beast by: Steve Tesich Bruno: (seated talking to a friend, blurting out roughly) Let me continue. (beginning again) I don't know how old I was when I was first put in the orphanage, (re-thinking) not very. And the first time I heard the word orphan I thought it was this guys name Billy orphan (laughs). Then I found out that I was an orphan too, and I thought, Billy and I were related (smile). (frown) and then I found out that we were all orpans, and I thought that can't be right somebody must be lieing. (inturrupted, impatiently waiting that shouting and standing...) Let me finish! (Begining again) So we're all orphans, but I still didn't know what the word meant except that we talked about (slowing) everything in the terms of that one word. (gesturing to desinated space CL) The outside world (?) was a non-orphangae, those that got placed were de-orphanated, (frustrated) those that came back were re-orphanated. (with a laugh) For a long time I thought only boys were orphans, (beat) so when I grew up I wanted to be a girl. (preparing again, this time to give a memory that cuts much deeper) But (....) I still didn't know what the word meant, so I asked a gaurd one day: (Looking up to where the ggaurd would be if you were about six, and the voice lightened to imply an innocence.) What's an orphan?(returning to regular voice, talking to his friend not himself as the orphan, lines said with a saddness) he said that an orphan was somebody that nobody liked. (gainning achild like innocence again with a power) but the other orphans liked me, Billy liked me, (regained) I asked him if that made me a non-orphan. (real life again) He said no, being liked by another (drawn out) orphan didn't count. (picking up speed and moving, pacing) So I started thinking that nothing in the orphanage counted, the only things that mattered were on the outside. (turning, sitting) For the whole time that I was there some police athletic league kept promicing to take us to a ball game. We went to bed everynight hoping that tomorrow was going to be the big day when we'd go to a (softly) ball game. (laughing) we didn't even know what a ball game was, properly speaking, but it was on the outside so we assumed it was something increddible something unheard of(gesturing to the sky). Then one day this man came and took us (unworthly) to a ball game (still in awe at the sky). (beat) The yankees won (beat smiling very mockingly) That was it. The Yankees won. (Angrily building) And all of us orphans sat there scratching our asses thinking (pause, fourteen) you mean this is it, this is the real world. (older again) That's why I still go to ball games, i keep thinking one of these days I'm going to see it the way I'd thought I'd see it. You know the ball game of the century (building) the ball game of all time (returning to the previous ball game gesture). (turning to friend "Sylvia) And when I go I see some of the orphans I once knew, Billy's there every time. (frustrated) I mean they're all grown up and everything but still looking orphany (cut line: "as hell"), still (Climax as far as lines go) waiting for the ball game! (!!!!) (building soflty, filled) You see don't you? You see how they tricked us into thinking the outside world was so fantastic and full of wonders. (recanting) I mean it's not like we thought it was all good but... we did think it was full of.... extremes! (filled again, but slowly methodical now) That's it extremes. The most buetiful and the ugliest things wer eon the outside, nothing inbetween... (Self Actualizing) And that's why I became a cop. (say this as if this was why this topic came about) I thought that by being a cop I'd be able to find those extremes. (sudden pause and move in close, desperately almost a whisper) And sometimes (beat) I think I'm close. (beat) sometimes I'll be walking my beat and I'll hear this screaming, I mean (really going for it) I mean screaming so painful that you heart wants to comit sucide. (beginnig to straighten) And I think hotdog this is it this is it this is the saddest goddamned thing that has ever happed. (returning) So I rush to the house and rush up the stairs and what do I find (beat, take this pause and leaving it open ended to what "fantastic and full of wonder" thing is in store for the audience) Some old lady is screaming her head off because her paraket ate something foul and was vomiting all over the cage. (continuing) I swear to god Sylvie, the parakeet was barfing like a truckdriver, the old lady screaming her head off, and for some reason she turned the fan on (giant build, coming close and pointing) And (p.) there (p.) it (p.) was (p.) (beat) Bird barf, all over the wall paper (gesturing, to real world space). (exuent)