Hamlet, Kaput.

And thus, Hamlet came to a close. It was our final show and I have to say I'm a little glad of it. I very much liked all my fellow actors, and I'm proud of the show we put up but I'm ready to put it to rest.
I learned a great deal through this production. especially about Shakespeare. You forget how much you're missing 'til you really immerse yourself in it for a long time. The First Folio Technique our director offered was quite helpful but I think I need to study it more in depth to get the full capacity of what it has to offer. And truly, listening to others delivery speeches and dialogue did more wonders for me than most classroom-style instructionreally could. I'm a bit of an aural learner so hearing the text is best.
I was forced to grow a beard for the show. And when I say beard I mean full on total beard. All the men grew one, except Hamlet. Despite the compliments I have received, I can't wait to shave it off. My girlfriend has promised me a hot lather shave, so momentarily I will be searching the region for a barbershop open on Sunday.
During the night I had a nigtmare we were doing the show again. Sort of. Not evern really doign it again but just fooling around, doing entrances and exits, joking around but I was sick of it. It was dark and it was 4 in the morning and I had no idea why we couldn't go home and sleep. I have but one more obligation with the show, that being the End of the Season Barbeque. And then Hamlet is truly over.
I thought I heard a train this morning when I woke up. I like to imagine it was the train Hamlet rode out on.

I had an audition yesterday for an upcoming production of Lear. It was a little odd in that the director was in Lithuania and attended the audition via webcam. But he was excellent and putting you at ease about the situation and offered excellent direction. I first delivered my prepared monologue and he gave me high praise. I had originally been given sides for Fool and Edmund, but he told the people running the audition to give me Edgar sides. I did some preparing in the hall, came in to read some more, and scored myself a callback. Just the few details about the show I have heard trickle out make it out to be something I would be very excited to be a part of.
Call backs in not quite two weeks

I have to say I was really down and out about Hamlet. I felt like the only one who struggled through the whole process. I got very few compliments or notes which gave me no real clue as to if I was on the right track or not. I began to think of myself as quite a bit less of an actor. But friends who saw the show were rich with compliments despite my minimal stage time and some cast memebers told me there favorite part was a bit in the play where I play a major role. All of this has done me great good.
I feel like I can run with the big dogs again and feel ready to take on the world a bit. I can't wait for the generals to come back around.

Seriously this show is amazing...

And if you click: http://www.seattleweekly.com/calendar/stage/2008-05-08/, then click Thursday or Friday, scroll down (it's in alphabetical order) you can find our first glowing review.

Returns

I once again, neglect this dear old thing. So updates, posthaste.

First and foremost results from auditions:
So I got into Hamlet. However not as Rosencrantz or Guildenstern. And not as Laertes either. I'm playing a bunch of small roles (if I remember correctly Luciano, Reynaldo, Player Prologue, and a Priest). But I think this will give me a chance to show people what I can do with the language. As my dear friend always says "There are no small parts, just small actors." And while that may seem like a pretty cliche aphorism, I found it's true. I got a lot of compliments on the very small role I played in Battle of the Bard. A 20 minute show where I'm sure I had 10 lines or less.
I will make something of this fantastic opportunity. I will enamor directors to me.

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In other news I am part of the most amazing show ever. It's called Lease and it's an improvised musical. It's sort of based on Rent, so at the top show we get a suggestion of an afflicition that can affect an entire community (not AIDS) and something iconic to Seattle (not the Space Needle). The music is amazing and everyone in the cast is fantastic. I can't remember the last time I was this excited for and proud of a show. I have nothing but the highest remarks. Here's the website: http://www.wingitpresents.com/lease/. There you can find trailers, dates, times, bios, photos, the whole enchilada.

I am so damn proud of this show. See it if you know what's good for you.

The Callback Kid

And ever onwards...

It was callback-o-rama this weekend. Or rather Sunday, mostly. After an early rehearsal with Neutrino I raced out to Magnuson Community Center where I called back for Guildenstern in Greenstage's production of Hamlet. And the director asked me to stick around and read as Laertes which was a pleasent surprise. I read each scene only once but got the feeling this wasn't really a detriment to my chances. The director seemed very shrewd and keen to what she was looking for in her play and I really got the feeling just from seeing me read a scene or two she knew exactly where I may (or may not) fit in her concept. Which was refreshing.

I then raced to the East side for a callback for a dinner theater. Well, not just a dinner theater, a murder mystery dinner theater. Actually to be percise, a musical murder mystery dinner theater. I know. It harkens me back to my Musical Mafia Play days. This was without a doubt the strangest callback I have ever been attended. Details to be blogged at a later date.

After my foray into dinner theater (well, musical murder mystery dinner theater) I raced back to Magnuson to read for Fabian in Twelfth Night. The callback was fast and furious (but not like the movie (can you believe there's 3 of them?!).

Tonight was my Wooden O, which I think went all right. I was asked what I thought my age range was, which is a question I've only ever been asked on forms or discussed when talking about type. It was just strange to talk about it in an actual casting situation. I said 18-29. Maybe more with a beard. You can let me know if you feel otherwise.

Also this week, I have my orientation with the company which might be my representation in the very near future. They saw me at TPS at invited me to an orientation/audition. Details to follow.

Neglect and a General for All Seasons

I have neglected to update about the rest of SFIT. I will. I promise. In the meantime, the Generals have come and gone.

I felt very lame following the close of Uncle Mike. I had no projects to follow and when people asked what I was going to be up to I had to just sort of sheepishly shrug my shoulders and talk about all the general auditions I had coming up. So I did the Rep and Intiman and ACT and perhaps most importantly the TPS Generals. These puppies used to happen twice a year, in Winter and in Summer (although you were only allowed to reserve an audition slot once a year if you switched it could not be consecutively), now they happen once a year. AND after you confirm your slot if you miss it you can't do reserve one the next year.
You get two minutes for two pieces and I performed my Troilus and Cressida monologue (which is just about on the verge of retirement) and a found piece from The Areas of My Expertise.

I generally get a warm response from these auditions. I think this is for a couple reasons. 1) I try and treat the whole ordeal fairly professionally, which regrettably many do not. I stay within the time constraints. I dress nice. I'm polite. 2) I try and do at least one comic piece. I can only imagine how much chest beating, hair pulling, and other forms of self punishment make their appearances in these four days of auditions. 3) I'm not a terrible actor.

Already I've had a slew of callbacks, almost none of which has actually occurred yet. But I will make a point as they happen. Expect a list soon enough.

Welcome to the Emerald City

It starts.

SFIT (Seattle Festival of Improv Theater) started last night. I had the good pleasure of doing all the design work (except web design, I just made the graphics for that). I love me some SFIT. It's strange when I started attending festivals with Dead Parrots Society I was so intimitated by meeting other groups. I really worried we would be the weak link in any chain we happened to be a part of. I later learned, boy howdy, we can compete. And what I was doing was not that far off base of what the rest of the country was doing. And as I attended more festivals, I began to learn what a small tight knit community it is. We greet each other with hugs, not handshakes, as we enter one another's city. Improvisers strike up conversation over drinks, make fast friends, and really have a good time.
I'm starting to feel much more at home amongst these people as well. People are remembering me, and if they can't recall my name, they definitely know my face. There are times when I feel a bit Tuesday Kid, but they are grossly outnumbered by hanging out and just chatting with people.

I've got to go to meeting for work, hung over no less. More on SFIT to come.

Confessions of a Third Man

For the longest time I had difficulty pinning down my type. I knew that I was not "above" types somehow but it was difficult for me to narrow the field. To make things worse, a good deal of the actors with whom I studied seemed to have very specific- or rather much more evident- types. One can only assume their type leapt from their mouths during auditions via some sort subliminal gamma ray which the director furiously scribbled on their notepad. Then barring gross incompetence, that actor can rest assured s/he has a pretty damn good shot at the part (if it isn't already sealed in the bag).

When I asked others (particularly directing concentration friends) they furrowed their brows and scratched their chins, then mumbled something vague and non-comittal. Until one evening a very good friend mine (also a director), a very good honest friend of mine laid it out to me during a conversation with a group of actors discussing their types.

"You are the Third Man."

"The what?"

"The Third Man. You know. You have a play, it's two guys yakking on the whole time, and then a third man comes out. And he plays everything else."

"Huh... I'm the Third Man."

The simplicity of it and the truth to it astounded me. If my chronologies are correct shortly thereafter (or perhaps shortly before) I was cast in On the Verge. Now look there at the bottom. See how it says "1 M, 3 F?" I was the 1 M, the 1 M who played 8 parts. The 3 ladies wound in and out of eras in history, and places across the globe, and through three quarters of a thesaurus but I met them at every dip and turn with a new costume and a new character.

It all made so much sense.

This blessing and curse continue to haunt me. It would seem optimal for the Third Man to be an actor's type. Afterall an actor is first and foremost asked to embody the character s/he plays, to slip beneath the surface so seamlessly that the audience no longers sees the actor but becomes engrossed in the narrative. The idea is pathos not, fandom pandemonium. And it's been a great boon for me as far as improv goes. Audiences tend to more easily suspend_their_disbelief, and take whatever offers I throw out.

However, it more often than not leads to a confusion in casting agents because like I said before I'm difficult to pin down. It leads to a whole different version of typecasting. Think Peter Sellars, without the success. Once directors get to know me and see what I can do they seem to like me a lot. But until then I feel like I come off as this sort of overly maleable, ball of talent and energy. Sure, everybody likes the blank canvas but sometimes its difficult for people to think of something to paint if they don't have something already in mind.

But there have been many who have held these sorts of careers and been very successful at it. John C. Reilly leaps to mind. And Michael Caine also fits I think. Even Brad Pitt seems to be difficult to peg to one type. And although some might argue with me, I feel like Jim Carrey has that type of dramatic talent.

Mr. Sellers... I implore you, please, be my guide.