A Time Too Brief to Have All Things Answer My Mind
I'm back in LA after my five-month contract at Utah Shakes. I can't overstate how much I loved getting to work in those beautiful theatres with those beautiful artists! I told John in my exit interview that it seemed like my entire career was an attempt to get to work somewhere like USF, and now that I've done it, I hope to make a habit of it.
The final month there was different than the first four, because the outdoor stage was closed. The summer was over, and the fall company was much smaller. And although I went from having eight shows a week to only five, somehow the final month seemed the longest. Perhaps the whirlwind of the eight-show schedule made time fly, or maybe it was the smaller audiences (until the final weekend) that stretched the time out in my mind. Either way, I am glad to be home, but definitely miss all my new friends.
In the last few weeks, I got to see the shows I hadn't seen yet. The Mountaintop was an incredible what-if journey about MLK's possible last night on earth. AK was nothing short of brilliant as Dr. King, and Alia was delightful as the mysterious visitor in the night. The production values were mind-blowing and there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Also, in the Anes, I got to see Silent Sky. AK and Alia were also charming in this play in support of the powerful performance by Katie as Henrietta Leavitt. My friend, Kat played her sister in a relationship that was fraught with misunderstandings. And one of my favorite actors in the festival, Sarah Shippobotham, about whom I have written before, stole the show with her comedic turn as Willamena. I laughed a lot and cried a bit. It was a beautiful show!
Finally, I was able to see The 39 Steps, which is a farce based on a Hitchcock film. Seeing this piece on a large stage with great actors and inventive scenic devices was a pure joy. Tom played a nebbish guy living a humdrum life until swept up in intrigue. Swept up by a series of beautiful women all played by the beautiful Tracie, and the rest of the characters were played by the two clowns. Mike Doh may be the funniest person I've ever met, and his mumble speech defies description, but I was in physical pain from laughing so hard. The other clown, the night I saw it, was fellow understudy, Miss Whit. And I am happy to report that she crushed it.
There were a lot of understudies going on in the last week. That darn Covid is still a thing, and unfortunately, it's here to stay. But everybody kept the train on the tracks, and we survived, and the whole family was there for closing of Much Ado!
The final week also brought the high school Shakespeare Competition to the festival. Somewhere around a million high school kids (I was told there was no fact checking) descended upon us in the final week, bringing amazing energy and vitality to the audience of each show, and providing many of us more work in doing workshops and adjudicating scenes and monologues. It was a great way to end the season and extremely rewarding for all of us.
And now, I'm back home in need of work and fighting off a flu. Suddenly it's over, and I hope it comes again.
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