Class on Saturday

Philippe can’t teach this coming Tuesday, so instead we had class today...on Saturday...whoop dee doo!

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Mia presented a part of the ‘dickheads’ monologue in French but Philippe said “it’s not enough.”

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André presented his Pauline Hanson speech with Thomas playing the drums in the background. The piece is good, but it peaks too early and then continues to red line. So Philippe was trying to find something to help with that. He got André to say the text like a dumb Australian, as Adolf Hitler, and with Charles walking behind André as if he were an aboriginal. Finally he settled on having Tim join André at the end to sing a drunken-blokey rendition of Waltzing Matilda. He tried lots of different options, not knowing which one was going to work. “We have to try.”

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We presented a new version of the America number, this time focusing on the relationship between pro-life campaigners and pro-gun campaigners. 

In the piece, Sarah Palin announces that unborn babies should be given the right to bear arms as well, and then a brigade of fetuses march on stage, and eventually shoot each other screaming “oh my god he’s got a gun!” Philippe liked the end, so it’s selected, although in my opinion it shouldn’t be...yet. It’s still really rough and feels a bit third-form drama class to me in terms of quality.

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Sophia presented a monologue from the ‘dickheads’ text. It was really great, and I was really proud of Sophia. It was just her dressed as a strange mix between a tramp and a washed up model. She had great games: imitating Marilyn Monroe, a flight conductor, an american police intercom voice, and singing. She was strange and funny and lovable and alive. Really great. “For sure, yes.”

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Mia and Vicky presented their number with Mia blowing bubbles in the trolley whilst Vicky hits her head and speaks (in Swiss German) about something lovely. But we still don’t understand what’s going on. Not because of language, but because of the images and games. Philippe ended up getting Vicky to speak some appropriate text from the bible whilst he played operatic music behind her. It had a good feeling about it, but is still not really clear. I don’t know who/what they’re saying fuck you to.

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Duncan presented the text he’d written a while ago about mad people being shunted from society and forgotten about, which he plays dressed in a strait jacket. Philippe killed him saying it’s boring and wasn’t very helpful in giving Duncan a direction to go in. Duncan was pretty upset at the end of the day as he’d been led to believe that he had two numbers in the show, or at least one, and both had been discarded by Philippe.