class was hard. really hard. meisner 3.something? i lost count long ago. but there was one breakthrough and a lot of discoveries in the physical exercise i did with my partner {manipulating the body of the other while delivering our lines into them}. getting in my body fully and pursuing what i want physically always is a big key for me. easy way to tap in.
and the breakthrough was a quite moment of renewal when robin reminded me yet again to go back to the root of this character which is the love she has for her whole family. she says she hates her dad, but that's just her bark. she wouldn't be there if she hated him. she wouldn't have come home looking for something from him if she had completely given up on him. so back to the drawing board. back. back. back. to the love. put it in it's place and then all the other harder layers of disappointment and betrayal can go on top. after they actually mean something.
so my treat tonight was to go to the encore showing of the opening night of the short films weekend. they added in the best animation to the mix and viola! a night of laughter and fun and assisted suicide and a man one row back and two seats over with a laugh exactly like my grandfather's. exactly. ha HA! ha HA! it charmed me completely every time. and here, on the verge of the anniversary of his death, it only left a little sting of missing him. i guess it was nice to get to borrow the sensation of being in the same room again. loan it out for the space of an hour and a half. i thanked the man afterwards. wanted to invite him over for eddie izzard and a night of laughs. but didn't.
it was still nice to have the loan anyway.
now i'm off to bed. off to bed. off to bed. and thank you siff for another night of cinematic goodness.
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