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Diary of An Actress:
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I must begin with apologies for my lack of diary reports over the last two months. In late November I was awoken from snoozing at my temping job by a phone call to go for audition that afternoon. It turned out to be for the pantomime
Dick Whittington and I found myself later that same day in the producer's kitchen singing - "When I Marry Mr Snow" - from Carousel. The part was mine and although I had a sneaky suspicion that as long as I had arms, legs and was breathing I would have got it, I left with a good feeling. At last my first proper paid acting job for a full month: so what if I was to play Dick (no sniggering please) as I say to myself over and over - "It's a step!"
After two rehearsals - being shown seven dance routines and the entire blocking for each scene - myself and two other actors were off to tour the east midlands from Leicester to Bakewell. The venues ranged from primary schools to old people's homes to special needs centres, we even went to a blind home which was incredibly challenging but great fun.
It was certainly hard work with three or four shows a day and only us three to set up and perform the forty-minute show. Sometimes it all got a bit much, especially after a long day and still two shows to go you find whilst changing into costume
in one of the old people's rooms, that you've stepped into a puddle of their urine. Of course the good times made up for that: like when an 87 year old lady sang for us after a show; and seeing the smiling and cheering kids at a special needs school.
One of the directors said to us before we started the run that you'll either love pantomime or you'll hate it, and I completely agree. It's such a unique area to work in because you rely so much on the audience's reaction. You have to be prepared to change things at the last moment, adapt to suit them and really think on your feet. The characters and script are completely farcical and ridiculous; and to master it you have to suspend disbelief and go with it one hundred per cent, because then the audience believe it with you - Oh no they don't! Oh yes they do!
I really enjoyed the experience, next year perhaps I could get a part in a theatre pantomime - who knows? For now I'm back home working on a play that my friend and myself have written. We are looking for a small studio venue which is close to London's West End, so that we can get agents and casting directors and the great British public to come along. Any suggestions on the back of an envelope to OILZINE, cheers! Rehearsals will be starting shortly so my next diary entry will surely be reporting on the joys of directing and teamwork. So for now, I will be signing off - but not for long.
Hannah's progress will be updated in Oilzine as events occur |
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