Running for cover
May 7, 2012
After a brief respite following the press nights, the company started the process of rehearsing and running full productions with all the understudies.
Comprehensive cover is essential here. Something always seems to happen over the course of a season to take an actor down, and with our full and tiring schedule some sort of illness or injury is almost a certainty. We've also welcomed two babies into the world since we started and fathers are entitled to paternity leave.
So, a week at a time we rehearse and then mount an understudy run before a paying public. Last week we did Comedy of Errors, in which some actors cover more than one role; that means I was needed to play Egeon while my understudy played his other cover role, Duke Solinus. Ankur Bahl heroically managed to play both Dromios at once – an astonishing feat.
It's amazing what good actors can produce with a minimal amount of rehearsal, simply by learning and trusting their text and then flying by the seat of their pants. I was full of admiration for the clear story-telling and the courageous inventiveness in evidence at last Friday afternoon's performance.
In the coming week we will be doing the cover version of Twelfth Night. So you can imagine that the company are pretty tired now in this punishing schedule. The depressing weather hasn't helped. But, contrary to the forecast, today (Sunday) turned out to be beautiful with hard bright sunshine. I took off with the Sunday papers to the National Trust's Fleece Inn for a wonderful roast beef, after which I rammed down a delicious Eton Mess.
The picture I give you today is of the Iraqi theatre company celebrating wildly in the Swan bar last night. Their passionate Romeo and Juliet in Baghdad had ended and today they reluctantly flew home. I don't think I've ever seen a group of people so ready to demonstrate and share such instant and infectious joy.
They tried to teach me the two-handed Iraqi finger snapping that makes a clicking sound louder than you would believe possible. They failed. But I've got the rough idea and will persevere.
The finger-snapping, ululating, drumming and singing was significant and thrilling substantiation of the cultural riches that fall out from the World Shakespeare Festival.
Tonight I have agreed to be on R5 Live's Up All Night which starts at 1.30am. Mad. My wife knows me as the man who can't say no. A couple of glasses of wine and the inevitable sleepiness resulting from a day off in the fresh air – I'm bound to say something daft.
In fact I rather thought that readers of this blog might have accused me of saying one or two daft things by now. But people have politely refrained from saying so, and the supportive comments from a few readers have encouraged me to carry it on.
Do argue with me if you feel like it, though – It would be great to have some debate. Maybe some mild controversy? Or perhaps there is some aspect of the work here you'd like me to address. I suspect my blogs might otherwise start to run a bit dry before we set off to the Roundhouse and I have more to share with you.
by Nick Day
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