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Post by MrsCondomine on Jun 18, 2018 13:53:55 GMT
I think I'd rather be the square-walking prostitute in Absolute Hell than a supernumerary raver in Julie. I found Absolute Hell a more interesting play, and even if it's an unusual role with no opportunity to deliver dialogue, you can still be easily identified in the programme if a casting director happens to be in the audience and thinks you've got the right look for, say, a major film they've been asked to provide a large crowd of actors for. Although most theatres seem to avoid having actors in roles that don't seem to serve any purpose, these roles do exist, and may as well be taken by someone, and at least the NT can afford it. If you're going to be pounding the pavement for 3-6 hours every day, there's nothing wrong with it being the fake Soho pavement on the Lyttelton stage for a decent wage, rather than traipsing from audition to audition with no guarantee of income at the end of it.  If it was me, I would clip a pedometer to my bra, just to see if I could do my 10k in one show |
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Post by oxfordsimon on Jun 18, 2018 14:08:50 GMT
A very difficult part, in fact. First off, how did you know that she was a prostitute, without her saying a word? Sure, it was mentioned later, but it was all done initially on silent acting alone. She had to concentrate on her physical movement at all times, keeping the rhythm and not being distracted by other actors nor distracting them, and keeping the audience interest with small variations - using her keys, a slight change of pace to indicate her mood etc. Riveting, yes, as how a role can be played. Fifi is mentioned in the first page of the (published) script - so there shouldn't have been much doubt as to her profession. Having her as a permanent presence does seem to be a stretch though. And not a necessary one. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2018 14:13:17 GMT
Or maybe she keeps hoping that Yaël Farber comes to see the show and casts her in her next production.
Or perhaps she just missed the revolve at The Nash.
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Post by mallardo on Jun 18, 2018 14:24:10 GMT
But it's not as if Fifi only gets to walk her beat. She has her moment in the second act when the drunken Crowley brings her into the club where she's caught up in the ensuing mayhem. When she returns to the street after that we see her, perhaps, in a slightly different light. It's an arc of sorts.
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Post by samuelwhiskers on Jun 18, 2018 18:03:39 GMT
I think I'd rather be the square-walking prostitute in Absolute Hell than a supernumerary raver in Julie. I found Absolute Hell a more interesting play, and even if it's an unusual role with no opportunity to deliver dialogue, you can still be easily identified in the programme if a casting director happens to be in the audience and thinks you've got the right look for, say, a major film they've been asked to provide a large crowd of actors for. Although most theatres seem to avoid having actors in roles that don't seem to serve any purpose, these roles do exist, and may as well be taken by someone, and at least the NT can afford it. If you're going to be pounding the pavement for 3-6 hours every day, there's nothing wrong with it being the fake Soho pavement on the Lyttelton stage for a decent wage, rather than traipsing from audition to audition with no guarantee of income at the end of it. If it was me, I would clip a pedometer to my bra, just to see if I could do my 10k in one show I'd take it as a chance to evolve some of my Pokemon. |
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