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| I’m cross-posting this at OLOve too as we've not had a Q&A report over there yet. I hope that’s okay. I also hope it's okay that this is long. |
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| He’d mussed his hair up so it wasn’t trapped in brylcreme stasis, which was very considerate and kind of him for those of us who love his curls. |
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| [There was a brief discussion of rehearsal time. They had 4 weeks. At the National you’d have 6-8 weeks.] Lynda joked: 6-8 months! Orlando: Could have done with that actually. |
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| Mod: [This theatre also saw a production of another Storey play ]The Changing Room where the entire cast had to appear naked. Unfortunately they didn’t tonight. Orlando: “I did ask but they said no.” [Much, much laughter. Oddly enough.] |
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| I’ll be able to move forward as an actor, on film or whatever I do, with a new level of confidence. |
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| Moderator: Would you like to do more? Orlando: Certainly, I’d love to. |
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| Spot the newbie.. I've just spotted a ton of grammar problems I didn't notice on the first run through but can't see an edit button. Is there an edit button? or a delete button? |
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| one audience member did chip in with a considerably lengthy question (took her a number of minutes just to ask it I kid you not) about the political undertones of the play and any reading the cast had done into it, which ultimately prompted something of a debate between herself and Dearbhla Malloy who, to the agreement of the whole cast, stated she didn't feel it was her job to act as an emissary of the political messages a play may contain, its a layer that some audience members wouldn't even pick up on, and she felt it was more important to be true and honest to the human being she was representing, and that David Storey had written. |
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| And on a side note, when Tim Healy was mentioning Orlando attracting some male fans, I was genuinely laughing, and got a glance from Orlando who smiled at me, which was incredibly sweet, and of course - |
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| I was sitting near them actually and afterwards her friend had a go at her for going on, saying you’re meant to ask one question not go on. I would agree. I think there may have been an icy silence on their trip home. It was a bit of an off moment to end on I thought :( |
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| Published Tuesday 31 July 2007 at 05:44 by Mark Shenton Last night was the opening of the Bolshoi Ballet season at the London Coliseum, and around 7pm the crowds were thronging the pavements of St Martin’s Lane, pushing and shoving – and that was just the dance critics (I was able to welcome Alastair Macaulay home when I spotted him amongst them from my table in the Café Nero next door; he was back on assignment to review the season for the New York Times, but unlike Ben Brantley, isn’t producing a daily blog of his adventures). Meanwhile, across the street, a far more orderly – and notably younger, not to mention frequently female — crowd were entering the Duke of York’s to see the superb revival of David Storey’s modern classic, In Celebration. I had, of course, seen In Celebration already on the press night, but last night I went back – not to review it but to host a post-show Q&A with the entire cast for The Mousetrap Foundation, under whose auspices many in the audience were seeing the show for just £5 each. This is a programme that makes the theatre accessible, in every sense, to young people – those attending pay a fiver, and Mousetrap pay the producer a proportion of the rest of the ticket price, while also arranging extra events like the Q&A to enrich the experience further for them. It’s a fantastic scheme, building – in a practical and meaningful way – audiences for the future. (The producers of In Celebration in fact already have an excellent access scheme of their own in place, in which those under 25 can book good tickets in advance for just £15, too). But what is there in this dour, gritty Northern mining family drama to attract a younger audience, you may well ask? The answer, of course, is obvious: Orlando Bloom, international Brit movie star of Troy, Lord of the Rings and Pirates of the Caribbean fame, making his theatrical stage debut. But even though he’s the first person to walk out onstage when the play begins, there’s no whooping and hollering: this audience is way too cool for that. And they are extremely attentive throughout, being drawn into the world of the play and saving their cheers for the end. Amazingly, no mobile phones go off at all during the performance. This is the best-behaved audience I have been amongst for ages. Fielding the Q&A, I am expecting to have to fend off questions about movie stardom, and the question duly comes: “International movie star, a heartthrob who is beloved of so many women – how do you cope with the attention?” But the young woman posing the question doesn’t direct it to Bloom, but to Tim Healy, who plays the miner dad in the play! It was me who was forced to lower the tone. I told the audience that the last time a David Storey play was seen at this theatre, The Changing Room (when the Royal Court revived it as part of their season there while their home theatre was being refurbished), the entire cast took their clothes off – but unfortunately, I added, last night they kept theirs on. Lynda Baron replied that she’d be up for it. But as Mark Lawson pointed out in The Guardian in a pre-opening interview with Bloom when rumours of stage nudity started circulating on the internet, “The only undressing stage direction to be found in Storey’s text is a hospitable invitation to Steven to take off his coat if he’s staying. Is it possible that the new staging reinterprets this scene so radically that Bloom keeps on going once he’s got his coat off?” Lawson then reports Bloom’s reaction: “The actor has bad news for anyone hoping for Last Tango in Wakefield: ‘I heard what they’re saying. But you’ve read the play. Where would I possibly get my clothes off in it? It’s bizarre’.” But if the audience are entirely respectful, asking intelligent and focused questions about the play, it is after the performance that insanity suddenly takes over – not, I hasten to add, inside the theatre but outside it. The area around the stage door is positively mobbed. Traffic in St Martin’s Lane is brought to a standstill as the crowds spill into the street, and the car waiting to pick up Bloom blocks the flow further. I’ve not seen mob scenes outside a theatre like this since Julia Roberts’ appearance on Broadway in Three Days of Rain would bring West 45th Street to a nightly standstill. One of the play’s co-producers Michael Edwards tells me that they’ve had to add four security men to the budget, who are very diligent – sometimes too diligent. The other day Dearbhla Molloy – who plays Bloom’s mother – had to call stage door from her mobile to be allowed past them. |