OK... the rewrites work.

from Marcel
I was pleased with the results. A flow has been re-established in the play. Cutting, rearranging and just plain rewriting the last 7 pages makes it a better show. Now that fucking playwright can just stay out of our way and allow us to breathe some life into this piece of shit that he hacked. From this point on... he is to be interned in the gulag while the real work goes on.

Rehearsals went well too. It was the first run off book and the troops handled it well despite the frigid temperatures in the rehearsal space. We really need to get another heater in there. Yeah, it was a little bumpy... but first runs are supposed to be. Bear in mind that we are also not working with a stage manager or even someone on book. This cheap ass, commie operation won't even spring for the basics. But we forged ahead undaunted by the limitations.

S even tried doing it with certain costume elements... as flimsy as they were. Got to hand it to that girl... she goes for the gusto. At one point... we had to insist she put some clothes back on as the little that she wore was shimmying with her shivers. H, too was throwing some new readings and nuances into the creative pool we were swimming in. Thus giving his character a bit more of a "journey" in the play. There are still miles to go before we sleep... but these travel companions are adventurous and that makes for a delightful ride.

My main computer is hiccuping at the moment... so accompanying pictures will have to wait.

Cheers!