Wednesday, December 21, 2011

So . . . Why Are You Doing This Again?


I was chatting on facebook with one of my favorite people in the world last weekend (I have to say that, in case he’s one of the nine people who read this blog). After some complaining about the weather, as I am wont to do, I mentioned that I needed to sign off in 10 minutes to go work house at a local theatre.
B: “What is house?”
Me: “Running the concession stand, handing out programs, selling tickets, etc.”
B: “Do you get to eat any candy?”
Me: “Nope.”
B: “So.....why are you doing this again?”
It took me but half a second to respond to his question, but it stuck with me all night as I filled popcorn bags, tore tickets, handed out programs, sold oversized boxes of Junior Mints and emptied trash cans. Why would I do this?

Why did I once pack myself into a claustrophobic cranny on a dizzying catwalk for two hours at a time, for the sole purpose of turning on a spotlight during the second act of a show,  subsequently turning it off again three minutes later? 4 times a week, for 4 weeks?

Why did I spend an entire show running back and forth between four light trees, frantically slipping gels in and out of the instruments for a solid hour and a half?

Why did I spend the entire run of a production sitting offstage, screaming incoherently at random points in the show?

And why, oh why, did I spend 24 hours of my life sitting in the bowels of a theatre, my head crammed a mere inches from the boards, surrounded by darkness, perched on a cold, metal chair, with only an angry chicken for company? An angry chicken, I might add, that I was responsible for chucking up through a trapdoor once a night, four nights a week, for three weeks.

I’m a director, for the love of Thespis! Why would I do these things, among a myriad of other strange, boring, dirty, thankless jobs in theatre?

If you’re reading this blog, I suspect you already know the answer.  If you don’t know the answer, come hang out with me in the theatre sometime. If the magic doesn’t touch you, then at the very least, you can’t help but bear witness to how the magic touches me.

Happy Chrismakwanzukkah, everyone, and a Happy Theatre To All!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Most Important Thing You'll Ever Learn About Theatre

It's my goal, now that I've started this thing, to post at least once a week until I run out of things to say. (Stop laughing.) Since I'm not feeling well this week, I'll cheat a little and share something someone else wrote - the most important information that anyone in theatre, community or otherwise, should know. It's something I was introduced to while studying theatre in college, and have never forgotten. (If anyone knows who wrote this, I'd appreciate being able to attribute it!)

Theatrical Structure Explained

Producer:
Leaps Tall Buildings In A Single Bound
Is More Powerful Than A Locomotive
Is Faster Than A Speeding Bullet
Walks On Water
Gives Policy To God

Director:
Leaps Short Buildings In A Single Bound
Is More Powerful Than A Switch Engine
Is Just As Fast As A Speeding Bullet
Walks On Water If The Sea Is Calm
Talks With God

Playwright:
Leaps Short Buildings With A Running Start
Is Almost As Powerful As A Switch Engine
Is Faster Than A Speeding BB
Swims Well
Is Occasionally Addressed By God

Actor:
Makes High Marks On The Wall When Trying To Leap Buildings
Is Run Over By Locomotives
Can Sometimes Handle A Gun Without Inflicting Self-Injury
Dog Paddles
Talks To Animals

Band:
Runs Into Buildings
Recognizes Locomotives Two Out Of Three Times
Is Not Issued Ammunition
Can Stay Afloat With A Life Preserver
Talks To Walls

Chorus:
Falls Over Doorsteps When Trying To Enter Buildings
Says, Look At The Choo-Choo!
Wets Self With A Water Pistol
Plays In Mud Puddles
Mumbles To Self

Stage Manager:
Lifts Buildings And Walks Under Them
Kicks Locomotives Off The Track
Catches Speeding Bullets In Teeth And Eats Them
Freezes Water With A Single Glance
Is GOD

Monday, December 5, 2011

Mean What You Say, Don't Say What You Mean


I always intended to attack the changing of lines as a separate post in the future, and it appears from the comment section that the future is now. But I’d like to address two things before I do.

One, the original message in my previous post got lost and diluted in the unexpected focus on changing lines. While I brought up that issue as the impetus for the post, it’s only one of many, many issues that contributed to the point I was trying to make which is first, foremost, and always: There Is No Excuse For Lazy Community Theatre. And *that* is what the focus of this blog will be.  Changing lines is a symptom, not the disease.

Second, my sincere thanks to Tami and Anonymous (yeah, I know who you are) for chiming in. I think it’s imperative to community theatre for these issues to be brought to the forefront and hashed out, and I appreciate the debate.

And now, at last, I get to the point of this post! Let’s begin by nipping in the bud this conspiracy to paint me as a fanatic.  (Yes, two people said it, so it is now a conspiracy!!) This was never about *one line* or even *one show*.  Of course I didn’t issue a pas d'armes over an isolated incident. I’m concerned about what I perceive to be a growing trend in community theatre: A cavalier disregard for the art of the script itself. 

Let’s tackle the legal argument forthwith. (I’ve been watching The Practice.) Federal copyright law explicitly prohibits making changes (unauthorized changes) to copyrighted material. When you pay royalties and obtain a license to produce the play, you sign a legal contract stipulating, as put by Samuel French, “The play will be presented as it appears in published form and the author's intent will be respected in production. No changes, interpolations, or deletions in the text, lyrics, music, title or gender of the characters shall be made for the purpose of production.” And again, even without this contract with Samuel French, there’s still the pesky little matter of Federal Copyright Law.
 
But hey, we’re artists! We’re rebels! We don’t let social norms and fascist laws made by The Man bring us down! Hey, I’m no uptight square. I’ve fudged the speed limit on more than once occasion, snuck food into a movie theatre, heck I’ve even carried an ice cream cone in my back pocket on a Sunday. (Ok, maybe not that last one. But I totally would if I had an ice cream cone. And a back pocket.) So maybe the legal argument doesn’t mean much?

Then let’s talk artist to artist. (Disclaimer: I am a writer and a director, but I am not a playwright.) Theatre is not a solo construct. What the audience sees on opening night (and at subsequent performances) is the cumulative effort of many artists, starting first and foremost with the playwright and her script. The script is a piece of art. The playwright is an artist. You have to respect both those concepts before reading on, or what I have to say from here on out will mean as much to you as the legal argument did. Every word of dialogue (stage directions are another discussion) was written the way it was written for a reason. The playwright is doing more than relaying a story through dialogue. The construction of each line of dialogue speaks not only to the story, but to the characters, to the tone, the atmosphere.  A painter doesn’t dip her brush in the closest pot of blue and then paint the sky. She chooses a particular shade to create an impression, a feeling. She chooses her brush strokes with equal care. So it is with a playwright’s words. 

Hence, what to make of an actor who changes the lines carelessly, without thought to the author’s intent? I see laziness. I see arrogance. I see someone who, frankly, doesn’t understand the art of theatre. It’s not the actor’s job to explain to the audience what the playwright meant. I see it all too often in theatre – switching a word or two around, ad-libbing a bit at the end – conveying the ideas that a) the audience won’t get it and b)the playwright didn’t know what he was doing. Instead, the actor should understand what’s behind the line and portray that with her vocal intonations, her body language, her facial expressions. It's lazy and lacking in artistry to change the line and feed the meaning to the audience instead of making it work as the playwright intended. If you think you can do better than the script before you, then by all means, go write a script. The world of theatre can always use smart, well-written scripts. But while you have someone else's work in your hands, don’t be so arrogant as to presume that you know better than the playwright. (And, to be blunt actors? Nine times out of ten, your line *isn’t* better.) 

All of this, of course, presumes that the script in hand is well-written, that it is worthy of the subjective label “art”. What if the script just doesn’t work as written? Well, the obvious solution is to simply not agree to do the script. But if you’re truly stuck with it (it’s happened to the best of us!), you are still under a legal and artistic obligation to respect the original work. A bad script doesn’t give a director carte blanche to go in with a machete and hack the script to bits to please our own whims, to cavalierly cut lines whenever it suits. "Cut it!" is not the rallying cry here, "Make it work!" is. You figure out a different approach to the script artistically, and you respect the agreement you’ve made with the playwright. Otherwise, you lack integrity as an artist. 

As an actor, and a director, it’s too easy to be blasé about the issue. After all, what actor has ever had their artistic contribution stolen, or misrepresented, or changed by an outside party? As actors and directors, we are artists, but we are artists who are part of a *collective work*. Understand that, respect that, and community theatre will not only survive, it will survive with integrity. 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Tilt at ALL the Windmills!



After years of thinking about it, and sometimes even talking about it, I have at last begun a blog. The motivation for the blog, the inspiration for the title, and the subject of my first post all stemmed from an incident a few weeks back when, after I delivered an impassioned rant regarding my standards for community theatre, an actor I was working with smiled, shook his head blithely, and murmured, “Well, we all have our windmills.”

This good-natured comment took me aback for only a moment, but burrowed into my subconscious for weeks. It left me wondering, and re-wondering, is my dedication to the creed that community theatre is the front line in the battle to keep live theatre viable really a case of tilting at windmills?  I don’t know – but perhaps if I chatter on long enough with random blog posts, I’ll be granted a grand epiphany on the matter. Or not.

The aforementioned rant that became the genesis of this blog was prompted by a rehearsal for a show I was directing. After a week or two of struggling with a difficult script, an actor or two began to display mutinous leanings, and a demand of “Change the lines!” began to emerge. I put my foot down, and the roar became a grumbling, and rehearsal went on. Afterwards, I was treated to an email from one of the actors, simultaneously apologizing and questioning my unwavering devotion to “every word of the script”. I responded via email, reiterating my reasons for not making changes to difficult lines (clearly a subject for another blog post!), but after bedding the line-change issue, I found myself continuing in what quickly became a rant. With some editing to remove unnecessary information (and because there just *might* have been a touch of inappropriate language sprinkled in), here is a sampling of the email:
. . . I am of the opinion that community theatre is as much – [heck], more - "real theatre" as professional, so I hold it to the same standards. Theatre is a passion for me, and I hold all aspects of it in the highest respect and I expect the same of those I work with. I find it an embarrassment when people take the attitude "Hey, it's community theatre, it's just for fun, it doesn't really matter what we do with it." That kind of community theatre makes me cringe . . . Theatre was born in the community, the community is it's only hope for survival right now, and it may very well die in the community - there is no excuse for lazy community theatre.

[snip]

That's the kind of director I have always been and always will be - I see so much more to theatre than actors running around on stage spewing lines. The artistry and meaning of it goes much deeper than that - there is art in the playwriting, art in the directing, art in the set design, art in the lighting design, there is even art in the stage managing of a show, and I won't shrug off those principles because I got stuck with a bad script.
I admit, my horse is quite high on this issue. :)
It was this rant, with the line-change issue snipped, that prompted the actor to make the Don Quixote reference when next we met. For those of you unfamiliar with the reference, “tilting at windmills” refers to a scene in the novel Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes where the protagonist of the story (named, shockingly, Don Quixote) spies a group of formidable giants in the distance. Don Quixote valiantly charges into battle with them, sure of victory and fortune, despite the admonishment of his friend that the giants are, in fact, merely windmills. In modern terms, “tilting at windmills” can mean either a battle against an imaginary foe, or a battle that is futile. Hence the question that inspired this blog: Is my fight for quality community theatre a battle that doesn’t need to be fought, or a battle that cannot be won?

I say neither, and if giants disguise themselves as windmills, then it is windmills I will fight. And I know for a fact that I am not the only Don Quixote wielding a lance in the community theatre world.