Will you PLEASE be quiet??!!
Mon, 26 Aug 2002, 09:26 amLeah Maher32 posts in thread
Will you PLEASE be quiet??!!
Mon, 26 Aug 2002, 09:26 amHey kids,
Not wanting to take attention away from the interesting three way romance developing in the "Reviewers in the Missed" thread, an interesting point has been raised way down there in the Reviews forum; what do you do about noisy audience members?
The amazing Mr Kelso in the equally amazing Copenhagen at the Octogon very recently apparently employed the simple break of character and "Would you please be quiet, the rest of the audience is tying to listen." before returning to character and picking up from where he had been so rudely interupted.
Is this the best way to go about it? Or should you just ignore it and hope it goes away? Or send a runner out in the interval to hunt down the culprits and have a quiet word? Or get the cast and crew together in the car park afterwards to make sure these inconsiderate audience members never bother another actor again?
Suggestions? Stories? Annecdotes?
Leah
Not wanting to take attention away from the interesting three way romance developing in the "Reviewers in the Missed" thread, an interesting point has been raised way down there in the Reviews forum; what do you do about noisy audience members?
The amazing Mr Kelso in the equally amazing Copenhagen at the Octogon very recently apparently employed the simple break of character and "Would you please be quiet, the rest of the audience is tying to listen." before returning to character and picking up from where he had been so rudely interupted.
Is this the best way to go about it? Or should you just ignore it and hope it goes away? Or send a runner out in the interval to hunt down the culprits and have a quiet word? Or get the cast and crew together in the car park afterwards to make sure these inconsiderate audience members never bother another actor again?
Suggestions? Stories? Annecdotes?
Leah
Re: schrapnel
Tue, 27 Aug 2002, 09:33 amWalter Plinge
crgwllms wrote:
"Bit late tonight and I've already posted an anecdotal response to this thread, but your two examples remind me of performances I've done in schools where:
1) Kids have thrown lumps of bluetac / chewing gum / small beads / grapes that would squash underfoot / drawing pins that weren't so friendly underfoot..!
2) A teacher was actually controlling kids in the crowd, during a performance, with a whistle...(!)"
My anecdote refers to the sentence I served as a Minstrel with Dirty Dick's Elizabethan Theatre Restaurant Touring Company. And Kingsley Judd can back me up here, because he was there too. We performed in the wonderful town of Dumbleyung (no insults from me, as I know this is a global platform), and were subject to a food-war in the hall. Not a food fight; a food WAR! HUGE lumps of cheese (like, a quarter of a ball of Edam) would rain upon the stage.
All was well, until one said lump struck my guitar. At which point I had to refrain from turning into Pete Townshend. It's amazing how intimidating a scrawny guitarist can be dressed in bronze tights when their instrument is in jeopardy.
El
(....yet, for some reason, I'm back today to begin rehearsing a new school's show..!)
"Bit late tonight and I've already posted an anecdotal response to this thread, but your two examples remind me of performances I've done in schools where:
1) Kids have thrown lumps of bluetac / chewing gum / small beads / grapes that would squash underfoot / drawing pins that weren't so friendly underfoot..!
2) A teacher was actually controlling kids in the crowd, during a performance, with a whistle...(!)"
My anecdote refers to the sentence I served as a Minstrel with Dirty Dick's Elizabethan Theatre Restaurant Touring Company. And Kingsley Judd can back me up here, because he was there too. We performed in the wonderful town of Dumbleyung (no insults from me, as I know this is a global platform), and were subject to a food-war in the hall. Not a food fight; a food WAR! HUGE lumps of cheese (like, a quarter of a ball of Edam) would rain upon the stage.
All was well, until one said lump struck my guitar. At which point I had to refrain from turning into Pete Townshend. It's amazing how intimidating a scrawny guitarist can be dressed in bronze tights when their instrument is in jeopardy.
El
(....yet, for some reason, I'm back today to begin rehearsing a new school's show..!)
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