We Must Work! [at the table]
Rehearsal Blog #2
We must work! [at the table]
Well yesterday’s blog took more of an abstract turn, so today I’ll stick to the literal. As in many rehearsal processes, we begin with table work. For any of you non-practitioners out there who might be reading this here rehearsal blog, table work means we sit at the table together and read the play and talk about anything we want to talk about.
Table work, I think, is especially important with Chekhov. You need the time at the table to get on the same page. What period are we in? What does it mean to be Russian? What do we do with these constant ellipses in the dialogue? With the right group of people, table work can feel like what we dreamt college might be: long, stimulating conversations around a conference table. [Unfortunately I spent most of college staying up all night rehearsing performance art in dark basements and sleeping in the daytimes, so if that's what it was like, I missed it.] Needless to say, this group is the right group. It was a good day!
At the top of the read, Gordon announced that anyone can stop the read to ask a question. So we read through the play and stopped whenever we needed to - the feeling in the room was relaxed but engaged. We talked about boredom, and how it’s really a form of rage. We talked about beauty: Gordon mentioned that beauty is a theme that runs throughout the play. Beauty and its effects on others; how the presence of beauty makes us feel about ourselves, how it can make you sad in a way. Beauty can be a reminder of all that we don’t have. I found myself thinking about what a remarkable character Yelena is (by the way, a lot of this blog will probably turn out to be, “and then I realized, Chekhov is sooouououooo good!” I apologize for that in advance, but there’s just no avoiding it.) Here is this gorgeous woman, and her beauty literally casts a spell on everyone around her, but when she opens her mouth to defend herself or to speak at all, she is complex and profound and unhappy and tormented and often kind. We’re forced to see beauty from its other side. I guess I always expect the pretty girl characters to either be boring ingenues or evil witches. Yelena, of course, is anything but. As mentioned above, Chekhov is soouououooooo good…
Today rehearsal was filled with laughter. We are getting to know each other, getting comfortable, becoming a company.
Tomorrow we read the play again…
