Saturday, 21 October 2006
'I mean to have you...'
by Tim Massey
I joined Sam and the cast for the afternoon's rehearsal in the Alma Tavern, which began with a run of the play. It was interesting to see progress since Tuesday when rehearsals were around a table, and I was impressed with some of the week's innovations:
While I was pleased with the above, I was worried that a lot of the lines didn't come across as I'd hoped and wondered if the audience would be able to follow the action. I'm always keen to trust the audience and know that it's important not to spell everything out, but doubts about whether people will 'get it' always creep in when one of my plays is about to take the stage: Maybe I've had a brainstorm while writing and come up with something totally incomprehensible? Maybe the people who've decided independently that my play's worth doing have also suffered a judgmental blackout? Maybe the director and cast don't know what I'm driving at and are just humouring me by making the best of a bad job? With these demons muttering away, I reminded myself that rehearsals weren't yet half over and it was unreasonable to expect a fully polished performance.
There was clear evidence that my fears were unfounded in the rest of the afternoon's rehearsals. Sam gave the cast some notes on the initial run and, after a break, we worked on the opening scenes in more detail. This showed that the run
It's hard to be sure of the etiquette for a playwright attending rehearsals. As I've said earlier in this blog, I feel it's a bad idea for a writer to direct his or her own work because it eliminates the ideas that a fresh take on a script can bring to its production. Because I'm not interested in directing, I find it quite easy to defer to the director at rehearsals and do my best to only chip in on writing issues and not directorial ones. In simple terms, what the lines are is a matter for the writer, but how they are put across is one for the director. I think I'm pretty easygoing about my script being changed unilaterally by the director and cast (although I insist on my carefully crafted laugh lines) and hope that I can expect similar tolerance. I did my best to avoid speaking to the actors directly on their interpretations of my script, and made suggestions in muttered asides to Sam, but it's hard not to get caught up in the cut and thrust of the rehearsal process. Maybe it's a bad idea creatively to pussyfoot about constantly wondering if you're on the director's territory? I don't think I left too many crushed toes behind me after this rehearsal, anyway.
Sam, Simon and I talked about the director's role over a drink after we finished for the day. We discussed the difference between the vision of the production in the writer or director's mind and the play as it appears on the stage. Inevitably, the two can be poles apart, not least because it's unlikely that you'll be able to cast actors who match your mind's-eye pictures of the characters.
Simon had been doing some research on the internet and found the line his character quotes from Withnail and I given as, 'I mean to have you, my boy, even if it must be burglary.' Back at home in Pedant's Corner, I checked the line in my 10th anniversary edition of the screenplay
(1995:105), and it's definitely, 'I mean to have you... even if it must be burglary.' Best to be sure of these things, I feel...