From: Joseph "Chepe" Lockett Subject: Re: pdxn stuff To: psrogers@owlnet.rice.edu (Peter Scott Rogers) Date: Tue, 11 Mar 1997 02:34:30 -0600 (CST) > 1) Are we ditching the idea of having a gavel for the trial scene? Yeah, I think so. Too much truck, having that and the sword both. Your delivery tonight was so fine and clear, I think the gavel would be superfluous and distracting. (And no, that's not flattery). > 2) Could we set up the blocking such that I can deliver some of the > focus of the line "... tells us 'tis not a visitation framed, but > forced by need and accident" (V:i, towards the middle) to Paulina? > Nat should be talking to you about that part separately.. She didn't mention it in her email tonight (that was re: the statue scene), but I don't see why not. Are you over Lib side with Nick at that point? Paulina is right there South of you, so go for it. I've been thinking about that horrid directorial gaffe of leaving you alone center stage while the lords coo over the princess.... (This is the stage of production when I go home every night convinced that I suck and it's purely the strength of the actors I have on board that are saving this show from utter ruination in my incompetent hands. Eayagh.) Let's peek at the offending bit.... And might we lay th' old proverb to your charge, So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords, < She gathers 'em in. Although the print be little, the whole matter < Watch 'em converge? And copy of the father -- eye, nose, lip, < Peek a bit over her The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley < shoulder yourself? The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek, his smiles,< Dimples? Pah! Stalk The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger. < spoolwards in And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it < utter disgust? So like to him that got it, if thou hast < Pause -- she's now The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colors < talking about me No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does, < again? Yellow?! Her children not her husband's! < Ridiculous! Cross < back north for: A gross hag!... etc. On a similar salvaging note, let's pick up the pace a bit on the earlier: Give her the bastard! Thou dotard, thou art woman-tir'd; unroosted by thy Dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard, Take't up I say; give't to thy crone. For ever unvenerable, etc. That way we don't leave gaping pauses for Paulina to be tempted by. I think the scene has reached the pitch and fervor here where a more hurried delivery to Antigonus -- "just get it the hell out!" -- can work well. How's that stuff? Any other bits where I've been horribly remiss in my directorial duty? :-} ----------------------------*------------------------*------------------------ Joseph L. "Chepe" Lockett |"Nullum magnum ingenium | GURPS fan, Amiga user, http://www.io.com/~jlockett | sine mixtura dementiae | Shakespearean scholar, Email: jlockett@io.com | fuit." -- Seneca | actor and director.