Last night I didn’t come home wondering why I had ever agreed to direct a production of RICHARD III.
But when the opportunity came along, I shied away from auditioning for the role. After all, this was Shakespeare. (See? Even his name pops up in italics.) I mean, this was like playing God, and only Morgan Freeman and George Burns played God, and look what happened to them!
Eventually I fell into directing and playwriting. (No fool here. As an actor I played a role. As I director/writer I played ALL the roles.) That’s what I told myself. The truth was, I was never comfortable memorizing lines at the best of times. And. getting older, I found I wasn’t healing as fast as when I was younger, and actors will gladly throw themselves in front of the Avenue C Bus if someone asks them to.)
Me: Richard the Third? You’re doing Richard the Third?! I’ve always wanted to direct that play!
Theatre Rep: Okay.
That was it. See where blind rhetoric can lead? Let that be a lesson to you.
On my own, with all of my falls.
3 years ago