Saturday, January 9, 2010

Deep Breath and Leap

I start my second semester of my senior year in a couple weeks. It's a little terrifying, as I know that it will feel more like four weeks than four months. January and February will be absorbed with my final role in the PAD (and my first real lead who is not a whore! YAY!), and then I will work on directing the Alpha Phi Thurtene play, my Directing II final showing, and my Acting IV final showing. I hope all will be epic.
My mom got me a frame for my diploma for Christmas. Why she thought I would like it and that it would be a good Christmas present, I will never know. I opened it and immediately started crying. On Christmas morning. My brother just shook his head and said "You're going to be a MESS in May." I replied, "Why would I want to frame my death certificate?! They're going to kick me out of my home!" Maybe I'm a little melodramatic at times. My brother would be all too willing to agree with me.
It's truly surreal, though, to think that I'm here and at this point in my life, because I feel like I just applied to Wash U yesterday. I can honestly say, though, that I don't have any regrets about the 3 1/2 years I've spent here so far. I have lived and learned and gotten out of my comfort zone and given of myself and learned some more. It has had its ups and downs and been such a satisfying, maturing experience. With the exception of missing out on big college football games and having a sorority house, I have absolutely no complaints about my experience at Wash U.
I was telling my roommate today that I'm finally letting myself get excited about moving to Paris. I think before it felt too good to be true so I didn't talk about it a whole lot and wasn't even really thinking about it. I think I kept expecting it to fall through! But since six months after we made the original agreement the LeFloches are still sending me constant communication and adorable pictures of their three handsome little French boys, I am ready to accept that I am really going. I think that is exactly the prospect I need to get me through graduation without falling apart.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Ignition

This past weekend, I returned to the theatre where I saw my very first musical. Actually, it was probably my first encounter with the theatre. That show had been "CATS," and Mom had taken me with her friend Holly and daughter (my friend) Rebecca. I remember being fully and irrevocably bitten by the bug that day, although I didn't know what it was at the time. I remember the four of us had dessert at the Peabody after the show, and I had been so enraptured by the sleek dancers in spandex painted to look like cat fur, that I was positively crabby. It was like I was a baby who had been abruptly awoken from a delightful dreamy nap. I didn't think the others could possibly grasp what I felt about what we had just seen, and truth be told, they probably didn't. Little did I know there would be countless more dreamy naps for the rest of my life.

So this past Saturday night, Mom and I went to Memphis for a brief but delicious getaway and, after dinner at the Peabody and a carriage ride in downtown Memphis, enjoyed my third experience with "Wicked" at that same Orpheum Theatre. I have seen a lot of shows lately and find that I am increasingly critical of my theatrical experiences, so please don't take it lightly when I say that it was one of the most purely magical evenings I've had in any theatre for awhile. I'm shocked to see myself type that, as I had not been a fan of "Wicked" as a stage show from the time I saw the Broadway production up until last Saturday. I thought the show was disconnected, the scenes not working on the same objective as the songs. I thought it was slow and laden with unnecessary filler in an attempt to tie in all aspects of "The Wizard of Oz"--the story it's based around which I've never liked either. The production the first national touring company presented at the Fox did nothing to remedy this opinion. However, this production put on by the second national tour turned my view of "Wicked" on its head.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately (ironically a line from the show), and I think I want to use this blog again. I will start by using it to record my critical opinions of shows I've seen. This may be boring and pretentious, but I know no one reads my blog anyway. So I'd love to have this as a record of what I'm learning about directing through seeing shows. My mind goes there automatically every time I sit in an audience now, so I may as well challenge myself to think about the show even more from a directing standpoint and really explicate those thoughts here.

That being said, here are my thoughts on "Wicked" in Memphis.

There were so many themes that were illuminated this time that I hadn't fully ingested before. I credit good directing and acting for this. I think this director did a fabulous job of tying every moment of the show to the purpose of the production overall, and therefore everything seemed to be working together (for once) to the glory of the cohesive final product. The actors were fully nuanced, personal and sympathetic. I cared. Here are some things I thought this production was commenting on:

The fallacy of stereotypes-This is a big one, obviously, because the original story of the "Wizard of Oz" is based on them. Essentially, "Wicked"'s purpose is to reveal how putting a person in a box of one personality trait is ridiculous. People's actions are just a product of their desires and needs, and no one is fully good or fully bad. The tagline to the show is "There are two sides to every story." So it's clear the intention is to show how the wicked witch can be good and noble and Glinda the good witch can be devious and selfish. This show did an excellent job of pointing out a way that everything Elphaba did could be motivated by good and how Glinda's actions could be selfish. However, it showed that they are both basically good, well-meaning people as well.

The temptation of popularity/fame/acceptance-This is the motive that all the major characters share. It was recurring in each of them, and the directing illuminated how their stories were parallel in this way. The big question in this show is whether one will do what is right at the expense of their reputation or whether they will sell-out (granted, maybe thinking it's the best thing for the people) for the love and mass-acceptance they can gain from that choice. Glinda chooses the side of popularity at the expense of her own authentic happiness, becoming a puppet for the guileless wizard, but the people do love her. At one point after a speech that fuels the crowd's hatred for Elphaba, when Fiyero accuses her of doing things for popularity, she says, "Who could resist that?" He replies, "You know who could." It is Elphaba's triumph exactly: she is good because of her ability to resist the popularity and the love of the masses. Fiyero breaks out of this trap midway through the show, allowing himself to be smart and siding with Elphaba. Glinda never resists the allure of the crowd, nor does the Wizard or Madame Morrible. All of the characters (yes, even Elphie who lets Galinda make her over and dances at one point) want love, acceptance, and popularity. Elphaba is just the one who wants justice more. She's the one who is able to see past herself and to the greater good of the other outsiders who are persecuted like herself.

The contrast between public and private desires-This ties into the last theme, but it is also shown in all the characters. Fiyero seems to want to live a thoughtless carefree life when he really wants deeper, more authentic relationships. Glinda appears to want to be pretty and popular when she wants the same. Elphaba appears to want to be an individual rebel when she really wants to be pretty and popular, etc etc. The actors did a good job of living through this.

The pain of unrequited love-Isn't this true of every musical? Nessarose loves Boq who loves Glinda who loves Fiyero who loves Elphaba who happily, actually loves Fiyero in return. These two, then, are the only lucky ones at the top of the food chain. This idea of being in love but lonely is woven throughout the show. No, you can't make someone love you (even if you make them your servant, Nessie), and yes, it hurts.

Overall, this show made me buy that every part was for a purpose. Dr. Dillamond and even the lion who seemed so superfluous before were revealed as essential motivation for Elphaba's choice to turn against the Wizard. Even the Wizard's boring second-act solo served to show how his need for popularity fueled his life and assent to the top. He just isn't strong enough to want anything else.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Yuletide Reflections

One of my favorite things is our nativity scene on the coffee table. I arrange it myself every year, because the wise men have to be with the camel and the shepherds have the be with the sheep, etc. Mom doesn't seem to grasp this. 
The Moreton Christmas card tree is always overflowing with warm wishes from family and friends from all over the country. 
And I always have a tree in my room dedicated to all things ballet. 
Morgan, Paige and I prepare for Morety's Annual Tacky Christmas Sweater Keg Party. 
Conversations with Sarah are some of my favorite. 
Grant Michael is 18 months now! We like to inspect Christmas trees together. 
The family room glowing-whoops! Forgot to turn on the fire. 
Andrew and I at his sweater party. 

So I've been enjoying this entire season (December is my favorite 1/12 of the year by far), and I was reading Christmas cards off the Christmas card tree in my kitchen the other day when it occurred to me that I really missed my friend Grace who lives in Las Vegas and goes to the University of Illinois. Not only did I miss her face, her voice, and her fabulously outrageous fashion statements, but I actually mourned for the loss of the months that have gone by that I have not been in touch with her. And then I chatted briefly with my friend Autumn who lives in Virginia and goes to Virginia Tech, and I realized that I haven't met anyone since as sweet and spunky as she is. And then I got a message from my very first friend Rebecca, who lives in Charleston and goes to Ole Miss, and I thought about how much I was looking forward to seeing and catching up with her. 
So I put this all together, and I think I'm figuring out why people send Christmas cards with pictures every year. As much as you really want to stay in touch with long distance friends, it is difficult! And you keep thinking you will, but then all of a sudden it's Christmas and you finally do! That's what's so great about this time of year. The other thing is that I also think I appreciate and value those friends more and more as the years go by. Even if I haven't seen them. Maybe it's an attempt to cling to my childhood, but that's ok too. I hope everyone has a blessed Christmas season, and I'm going to go call Grace. 

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Fall, Flowers and Fridays



     The musical opens next weekend, and we all know what that means: THIS weekend was tech weekend, which equals 10 hours of rehearsal on Saturday and 10 hours of rehearsal on Sunday! Good times. However, thank heavens for the small blessing known as fall break, aka a Friday off. So I decided that because I only had one day off, I needed to do something on my graduation bucket list. This definitely included the Missouri Botanical Gardens, which I'm shocked and ashamed to admit I had never seen. 
       The weather was overcast and it rained on us a bit, but I was soaking up the cooler temperatures and the lovely feeling of fall. Jessie, Scott, Lionel, and I had a relaxing, silly afternoon of wandering aimlessly and taking lots of pictures. Following that experience up with a visit to Laura and then dinner and going to The Darkness with Kate made for as nice of a day off as I could ask for! 

Friday, October 17, 2008

Project Laura








  Yesterday afternoon Laura and I discovered the beautiful marriage of her artistic talents and my camera-hogging, attention-obsessed dramatics. I was SO excited when she asked me to model for her black and white film photography project, and yesterday she was picking out my wardrobe for the shoot when we decided to use my camera to see how it looked in black and white. Then we decided to add jewelry. Then we decided to add shoes. Then we decided to add hair. And make-up. And before we knew it we were doing a pre-shoot before the real shoot. I'm unbelievably impressed with what this woman can do with my little point and shoot digital camera and CAN'T WAIT to do the real shoot Monday. Maybe I should drop out of Wash U. Playing dress up is far more fun. 

Stop the Madness!

I sat by while Christina Applegate butchered "Sweet Charity." I kept my mouth shut while Brooke Shields stole the spotlight from "Chicago." I even laughed it up when Clay Aiken joined the cast of "Spamalot," considering it's a ridiculous show to begin with. But Katie Holmes on Broadway?? Really?? This is not ok. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

One Week!!


I can't believe our final dress is a week from tomorrow! Crazy! I feel like I haven't fully experienced this show in the way that I did "Fiddler on the Roof," but every show is a unique experience with its own tone, and I know that. (Note that I wouldn't even compare this to an Anna show, nor a Hotchner show.) "Fiddler" has a very homey, golden, emotional tone, and this show is silly and fluffy, so the rehearsal period has felt a little more superficial. However, I think it is going to be a highly hilarious and entertaining final product. 
My character, Diana, is totally ridiculous but so much fun. I mean, who am I kidding? She's fun BECAUSE she's so ridiculous. I get to be an attention-hogging girly girl who is constantly posing and being glamorous. I'm a total diva, and it's amazing! When else do I get permission to flirt with every boy onstage, primp myself ridiculously and constantly throw my body into sexy poses? I think I'm going to milk it for all it's worth.