It’s the day after our showing, which just leaves me to reflect on how the whole project went before wrapping this blog up. First of all, we started the day with brief hour and a half of rehearsal, running through our scene changes, a few bits of lines, and the songs. Dinah made a fantastic speech about the work we were doing, about the three things that made good acting: talent, application and courage. The first, she said, was already taken care of, because all of us were at Guildhall. The second is what we were effectively learning every day during our lessons at school. Courage was what Dinah really wanted us to go out and show that afternoon, and I think we all did it brilliantly.
First we watched Group A’s showing of Nina Raine’s Rabbit. It was really good to watch, because as a play and an exercise it was quite different to Port in a lot of ways. At the same time, what Christian (who directed it) and Dinah later commented on, was how universal the themes were, and how both plays demanded the same sorts of qualities from us as actors.
We got in to start at 2pm, but unfortunately had to wait half an hour because there had been a mix-up with the staff about the start time. Thankfully Dinah took the edge off our already frayed nerves by starting a discussion with the other group about some of the common themes between our two plays. When that looked like it was in danger of drying up, she got every up and we all played with beanbags until the staff arrived!
Then we did the showing. I can’t really say anything more than what I already have – everyone showed real courage and commitment. For the first time, I think, we all really saw the jounry of the play. It was a journey we’d seen in part in rehearsal once we started running the play in sequence, but it was great that in our final run of the play everything seem to really fit together. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite like I did when we sang Hometown Glory for the last time, but it felt fantastic and a little terrifying at the same time. The most unexpected thing was watching the effect that we had on our audience. People were genuinely moved, some to tears. Wyn talked to us the day after about this – about how good it was as an actor, to get this kind of reaction from an audience, especially one made up of fellow students. It was much more honest and heartfelt than the stereotypical whooping and clapping that can often happen, and I think for the first time I really realised what it means to “affect” an audience.
So that’s Port! We’re on to Chekhov next term, which hopefully means a new, more punctual blog…