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deird_ljLast night I had the most useless rehearsal in my entire history of acting.
We went through the lines, discussing the motive and direction of each line.
Then we all sat in a circle and discussed our characters, and what their history and childhood is like, and how they feel about life, and what colour best describes them.
And then we walked around the stage, clomping our feet, then floating lightly and gliding along, then moving suddenly, and moving gradually, moving aimlessly, moving in straight lines, moving with motivation, moving without reason, trying to truly capture our characters...
It's Oscar Wilde. My character is a socialite who spends her life going to parties and not listening to what anyone's saying. She's shallow. And it's Oscar Wilde. She doesn't have any deeper motivation. That's kinda the point.
I'm aware that I'm being impatient, but really, trying to wring deep inner emotion out of characters in an Oscar Wilde play strikes me as fairly silly.
We went through the lines, discussing the motive and direction of each line.
Then we all sat in a circle and discussed our characters, and what their history and childhood is like, and how they feel about life, and what colour best describes them.
And then we walked around the stage, clomping our feet, then floating lightly and gliding along, then moving suddenly, and moving gradually, moving aimlessly, moving in straight lines, moving with motivation, moving without reason, trying to truly capture our characters...
It's Oscar Wilde. My character is a socialite who spends her life going to parties and not listening to what anyone's saying. She's shallow. And it's Oscar Wilde. She doesn't have any deeper motivation. That's kinda the point.
I'm aware that I'm being impatient, but really, trying to wring deep inner emotion out of characters in an Oscar Wilde play strikes me as fairly silly.
