Antigone – Riverside Studio

May 1st, 2010

Here comes my first theatre audience experience since the blog started, probably about 300th of my life.

Greek tragedy. I blank out when my brain is overflown by too many English words in one go, in other words I get bored. After 6 years in England I am still living with a handicap, standing the other side of the fence from other people, or sensually impaired. As a result I notice some petty things other than story, such as acting, costume, music, voice and rhythm of the speech. So this is totally my personal FOREIGN view to theatre. Please bear that in mind.

I have read Antigone very briefly once, but have no deep knowledge of it at all. After watching the show, my feeling was “Great play”. That’s it. Short and simple. Much prefer this to Shakespeare. Would love to see other productions and interpretations.

Other than small details I noticed like wrong casting, wrong costume and some musical under-development, the show itself  made me think of how tiring the audience experience can be.  It was too full on to watch after your long day. And that is maybe the original purpose of theatre, maybe in Greece – serious encounter. I feel I have learnt this sort of thing in my drama school….

Anyway, there was too much shouting. As in shouting with every “t” sounds complimented by spit, lit in a dusty space. As in shouting that makes you worry about the actors’ throat and next day condition, just like a vocalist with a worn out voice in his gig makes the audience wince. But shouting seemed like an unavoidable directorial decision with so much emotion going on..I am next to novice when it comes to directing text based plays. So as an audience here I look for something watchable and listenable. In my drama school days, I used to declare to my classmates my policy for ideal theatre which is “No shouting, no nudity”

When was the last time I shouted? Almost never as an adult. My house window is facing the quiet residential street in Crouch End and I can hear people talking there, and one of my neighbour families (Daughter and father) have arguments including quite a lot of swear words and shouting on the street almost once a fortnight. I am the secret audience on the first floor. So yes, watching someone else shouting and exposing their emotion can be watchable. I just want it to be on film rather than theatre stage, because when they start the exhibition of “Look, I am angry so I shout till my voice runs out” it immediately puts me off. At last I agree with Brecht.

My favourite places: Library, Launderette and Tesco. So Library.

April 22nd, 2010

To make sure why I am doing this…this is for my personal record purpose I have to say.

As I am trying to make my living out of creating some arts, I always keep my eyes open to any sort of inspirations. So this is going to be my scrap book.

My favourite places of everyday life are:

First, Hornsey library. It’s not a big library and in terms of its collection I prefer Barbican library. But somehow I find myself wondering into there (3 mins from my house) in my spare time, like 2-3 days a week.

The biggest treat of that library is that they seem to have a sing along time for local children at children’s book corner. It lasts about 1 hour in some mornings. When I happen to be there at that time, in front of the children’s book corner is filled with about 30 prams. And everyone in the library can hear their songs, most of them I don’t know, but one of these songs like “Row row …”

Each song is obviously short, and no musical instruments, just sing along lead by some ladies. So quite intensive. Although I have encountered this “meeting” so many times, I haven’t  had a courage to poke my head in. So all I can do is imagining what’s happening in there. They just sing a song one after another to fill a good one hour. The important thing is that I have never been on time for when they are coming to the library.

The overwhelming look of a crowd of prams, and sometime next to it a crowd of prams for baby dolls, is the evidence of those invisible children and parents who have marched over to the library. Their voice vibrates all over the library restlessly.