Showing posts with label theatre people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theatre people. Show all posts

September 03, 2011

Why We Do It

This morning (Saturday) I got up early and went down to Leicester Square to try to get a ticket for one of the two performances today of 'Much Ado About Nothing'. (I can't believe I didn't write about this show before. It was amazing.) It's the last day, and while most big London theatres hold 'day of' seats in reserve that they will sell to the first few people in line on any given day, this one has been holding a daily lottery instead. (It stars David Tennant and Catherine Tate, and they are Kind Of A Big Deal.)

(How is it that I can get up and go and arrive early, even, to stand in line for something that is determined only by showing up instead of the time you get there? I am consistently punctual for rehearsals, performances, and any other theatre-related events, but I can hardly drag myself out to class, let alone arrive early. So weird.)

So I waited in line with 200 or so of my new closest friends (I would guess it was probably the biggest 'day of' turnout they've had, as even the staff was commenting on the numbers) and I started chatting with the girl in line in front of me, as you do. She's an actress from Scotland, living and working in London, having attended the same drama school as David Tennant. (Aside: a Scottish Benedick = major *swoooon*!) She wasn't there to see him though - she's friends with the actress playing Hero and couldn't afford the ticket price for the regular seats (roughly $90). The day seats are only £10 ($16), but you have to get the lucky draw. We talked about what we were studying/working on, she told me about the trials of trying break into the theatre world, I explained to her a little about what dramaturgs do, and we talked about how people just don't go to the theatre anymore - ironic, if you consider we were standing with an early-morning mob to get theatre tickets, less ironic if you follow her same point that the show would never have been so successful if it hadn't starred two already big-deal 'names'.

And I came back to that question - why go to the theatre? You can watch movies on your iPhone, computer, and big-screen TV at home: why, in this lazy, electronics-driven, isolated world do we go to a theatre? (Unfair characterization? Maybe.) The answer was right there in line.

A member of the box-office staff came out to start the drawings - she chatted up the crowd, told a few jokes, and in a way validated us for coming to try for something there was no way we'd all accomplish. I had opted to try for the matinee show, thinking my chances would be better. As she drew and called numbers for  the matinee, the first 'winner' yelped with glee, setting a precedent encouraged by the moderator. She got us laughing and cheering for our own, and eventually others', success. By the end of the matinee drawing we were all happier for the lucky few than upset about our own loss - and the evening show crowd got even bigger responses as their numbers started being drawn.

I didn't get a ticket, but my new friend - all nerves and certainty she wouldn't be able to see the show - was the first number picked for the evening performance, and I cheered right along with her when her number was drawn. THAT'S why we go to the theatre - it's to have a communal experience; shared joy, excitement, terror, laughter. It's a truism in the theatre that the best audiences make for the best performances, and the best performances delight and lift the audiences, and this phenomenon is something you'll see only in shadow anywhere else. There is an energy in a live performance that feeds the audience which is magnified and returned to the actors and so on, and you just can't get that from a movie - no matter how engaged the audience is. (The initial midnight showing of a Harry Potter movie is next on the list of audience experience events, but still only a distant second.)

We need to engage with other people, and the theatre is one way to do it. Sometimes you talk with your neighbor, sometimes you don't - I know when I laugh out loud in a live performance that the actors hear me responding and are buoyed up, and that other audience members will laugh next time because they can. My presence and involvement gives them permission to engage, and theirs does the same for me. We come together with other people in order to engage, even when we're alone, and the theatre is the place.

I hugged my new friend when she came back out of the theatre with her ticket, and she, a virtual stranger, didn't mind at all. She'll have a wonderful time at the show tonight - I can tell you right now that the audience is going to be incredible.

 

August 16, 2011

SUCCESS


I GOT THE AUTOGRAPHS.


And I did it after sitting through a bizarre French magic show/circus/puppetry experiment/performance art piece (probably for children). Plus, I didn't lose a limb OR break a nail! (It was close. I won't lie. Those fan mobs are NUTS.)

Finally, something AWESOME I can check off my list. I love days that include progress.


May 21, 2011

Celebrity Stand-by

Reason #48 Why I Don't Understand the English*:

The week before last, Doctor Who was on (on Saturday! Whaaa?) at 6:15. (Weird, but OK.)

Last week, Doctor Who was on at 6:30.

This week, Doctor Who will be broadcast at 6:45.

Now, I get that Brits don't interject nearly as many commercials. so you generally don't get a full hour of any given TV show. That leads to 10-12-minute "fillers", as represented in the past by, say, "Doctor Who Confidential" that, as far as I could tell, was broadcast just after the episode to round it out to an hour. All right. So WHY CAN'T THEY BUILD A CONSISTENT TV SCHEDULE? What in the world could possibly be the rationale behind bouncing a show all over the place? (Sometimes you'll find Doctor Who being broadcast on Fridays, sometimes Mondays. Who knows? IT ALL MAKES NO SENSE.) Are the TV stations (I'm looking at you, BBC) trying to a) get people to stay and watch more TV by changing up the times unexpectedly, so that they always have to be at home on their couches so they don't miss their shows, b) stimulate the population's social lives by juggling the programming schedule so that people can arrange other activities at different times and still not miss their favorites, or c) thumb their noses at the public and act out because they're so bitter that the Interwebs and DVR's are robbing them of any real control of their audience's viewing practices?

WON'T SOMEONE STOP THE MADNESS?!?   *Ahem.*

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Dear Networks:

Please set a schedule and stick to it for, like, two weeks. Just to see if it works. And think about how much less time you could be spending on your "creative programming" if you already knew when shows were going to be happening the following week! You could catch a (live) cricket match! Or go celebrity-stalk the Beckhams! Or have an extra 4 or 5 dozen cups of tea! You should try it.

Thanks,
Me

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Speaking of celebrity stalking, today I was at a relatively prominent London theatre to see one of my course-mates in a performance that was part of an experimental-theatre festival, and after picking up our tickets and moving outside another course-mate asked if the girl in line behind us, the tall one, was the chick from Doctor Who. Y'know, the red-haired one? Honestly,I thought I was way too old and blasé to be impressed by the appearance of, at best, a minor celebrity - and yet, I immediately went giddy and oh-so-casually strolled back into the building to figure out if it was really her.

I could totally be friends with that girl -
I, too, have the "why is the weird kid
staring at me?" look down pat!
And IT WAS. It was really KAREN GILLAN FROM DOCTOR WHO standing at the desk with all her hair tucked up in a hat (but I totally recognized her profile!), tall and skinny and super-pretty and I sound like I have a girl-crush, don't I? I went back out to confirm to my group that it was really her and I didn't say "Hi" or ask for a picture or anything and I really want to go back in and talk to her but that would be obnoxious and intrusive and I can't believe I was standing 6 feet away and by the time I decided that I would ask for a photo or an autograph but everybody would have to come in with me she was gone.

It's probably just as well - it might have taken me a few minutes to convince her I was a harmless American student, and not a crazy American tourist. I try to contain it, but sometimes the crazy gets away from me. (True story: My fangirly squee to my course-mates was "I wish I had my 'Doctor Who Experience' program with me so that she could sign it!" To their credit, the eye-rolling was pretty minimal.)

My first near-brush with (OK, regular) celebrity! About time, London! (Now where, pray tell, is Richard Armitage? He can't be spending ALL his time in New Zealand!)



* Just over a week ago we were informed that not all British people define themselves as "British"; most don't, in fact. They are Scottish, or Welsh, or ENGLISH, thankyouverymuch. (Irish are always and completely Irish. Period.)