Now blogging: Ellen Peterson, who plays the role of Birdy in the world premiere of Daniel MacIvor's new play, Small Things, running at PTE from October 16 - November 2, 2014.
Larry Isacoff called me a liar
Actors are frequently asked "how do you learn all those
lines?" Learning the lines is not really the hard part, though I notice
that I am not so fast at it as I was when I was, say, twenty-nine. Castmate
Alissa Watson is twenty-nine and she had her lines down stone cold by about the
fifth day. We kid her that that's because all her character ever says is
"yeah" or "right."
During rehearsal, we are also concerning ourselves with
blocking (the pattern of movement on the stage) so that it, too, supports the
story. There is an infinite number of ways to exit a room. One of them is
perfect for the given scene. Find that one. The movement must also allow every
seat in the house a full view of the action, which is a special challenge on
PTE's thrust stage. We are also busy figuring out what is the best kind
of cake to use, if the earrings should be in a box, who should take the wine
glass off stage and a million other details. It is meticulous and demanding
work.
Speaking of meticulous and demanding work, Stage Managers
are unbelievable. Simply fantastic. Friday October 10 was National Stage
Managers Day and we felt really bad we didn't know about it until, of course,
our Stage Manager told us. We are especially lucky to have with us Karyn Kumhyr
and Candace Maxwell, veterans and geniuses both. They are the people that keep
us on schedule, on track and (sometimes) on topic. They write down every move
we make so that if you are not twenty-nine any more and forget what you did two
minutes ago, they can tell you. If you see Small Things and I am on the
stage, it is because Candace Maxwell is standing exactly where she needs to be
to hand me what I need to wear/carry (thanks Candace). When the revolve
goes around, that's Karyn driving it from the back of the theatre. She knows
where to stop it because she is watching the backstage edge of it on an
infrared camera. Really! If she drives it too fast, that tea tray and I are
toast. There's toast in this show because Candace makes it. Etcetera. You might
not ever meet a Stage Manager because they are like some elusive, nocturnal
creature. Seldom seen but ever-present. But if you ever do meet one, you can go
ahead and ask her if she wants to lie down, but I bet she won't have time.
Now, having said that I love tech week, and having gotten a
little sleep since I wrote that part, let me be clear: I am 51 years old and
still capable of feeling mildly enraptured by the mere idea of doing theatre. I
said in a previous post that I love table work. Clearly a hopeless case. But
let me say in the interest of balanced reporting that last Tuesday evening I
quit theatre forever. (See you at Opening.) So I have to be
careful about what I'm willing to put up with. Like dating someone who would be
perfect if it wasn't for the fact he's a) married b) a moron or c) both.
So when I say I love tech, what I love is all the people bringing the play
together. But I am not completely starry-eyed. I know this is actually no way
to make art. We have been doing it like this for a long time and it is a work
pattern based on traditions and financial constraints. Though none of it is
contrary to labour laws, one wonders: is this humane? Driving home Saturday at
midnight my blood alcohol level was 0.00 but I still shouldn't have been
driving. Strange that people smart enough to put this show together can't think
of a way to do it and still get a weekend.
But tech is like a wedding of many partners: the
playwright's story, the director's vision of how it will best be told, the
artistry of the designers and craftspeople, the crew's precision and the very
best efforts of the actors to be present, remember everything and not drop the
damn tray. The play is a gift we give to the audience, and tech is when we wrap
it. We hope you like it.