In this turn, the talented Olivia Lehrmann tackles new territory with an ambitious solo cown piece.
The premise is clever: a cute, naïve personage works as a server in a restaurant for an unseen but heard fascist boss and fantasizes about being a secret agent. Sort of a “Secret Life of Walter Mitty” premise. He various fantasies give her the chance to show off her musical and acrobatic skills (Although I could've stood to see more working of acrobatics into the dramatic situation —she's got the chops, she might as well use them...)
Along the way, she gives a plastic ring to an audience member that she treats as a customer in her “restaurant”, then takes the ring back, loses it, pretends like the the audience member cares about her losing it, transforms herself into a secret agent in order to find the ring, interviews a few audience members she treats as customers in her imaginary restaurant that she imagines now are some kind of other secret agents, gets yelled at by her imaginary boss, who she sometimes pretends she imaignes to be to be a secret agent, too, and finally finds the plastic ring taped to a plunger she has placed backstage that she makes an audience member pretend to find.
Confused yet?
Perhaps this premise is a little too clever. It's already enough for a clown to pretend to be in a restaurant with the audience. That's a whole show! But to have a clown pretend to be a waitress in a restaurant with the audience and then pretend another world on top of that feels like too much setup with not enough payoff. As my teacher, Bob, liked to tell us, “start simple. If you start with something too complex, then anything you add to it will just slide right off.”
I remember, after doing a workshop with David Gaines a bunch of years ago, at the end of our two weeks, someone asked him, “how do we generate more work?” He said, “well, it's pretty simple really. One of you comes out and does something, then the other one comes and does something, and there you are...” He went on to say that the workshop had given us some small sense of where our clowns, individually, lived. In genenrating new material, we should try to put our clowns in situations where those traits we discovered about ourselves would thrive. On the most basic level, that's all a clown show is: a series of situations that work well to trigger the ridiculousness and naivete of the clown performing. Come up with enough situations and maybe a theme emerges. Just add some lights & music and there's your show!...
...OK, it's not that easy. (Nor did David suggest that it was) But maybe after you reflect on that emerging theme, others emerge. They lead you to more situations. You cut some older stuff that seems less fun or relevant, polish other things, experiment, rehearse until you start to doubt if any of it's funny, and then take the giant risk of putting it up in front of an audience. (Your first audience is preferably not your opening day.) At least that is one way of working. The benefit of working this way is that it takes the pressure off of the clown to fit through a pre-conceived narrative that may or may not be where the clown wants to play. It can also make for a structure that is more organic and satisfying, both for the audience and the performer.
Another relevant quote, this one from my good friend, Blake Montgomery, Artistic Director of The Building Stage in Chicago, and a very funny clown himself: “A clown is not a mime. A clown can only mime as a clown would mime.” Sounds a little obvious, I know, but within it is a profound truth about the clown's intentions. When a clown mimes in a clown theatre show, the performer does not do this primarily to tell a story through mime, or wow the audience with virtuousic storytelling mime skills. (We will leave that to fanatical devotees of Bip, if there are any left.) A clown may be a great mime, and may think that s/he is going to greatly impress the audience with his/her skill, but somewhere along the way, there will be a bide, a flop, and that moment of failure is where we truly see the clown. If clowns are acrobats of the soul, then it is not the acrobatic feat that should catch our focus but, rather, the horrible crash that follows the feat and the recovery that follows the crash.
Ms. Lehrmann makes her stage personage do many things. Some of them are cute, but rarely are they funny in the sense of acting as a provocation to show us the clown in failure. They are more like jokes that are supposed to succeed. Take for instance, her use of a Chinese voice (the “offstage” voice of her imaginary boss, Mrs. Chang) which she makes with her head turned away from the audience. We hear the Chinese. We see Ms. Lehrmann react to it in fear, resentment, etc. But never do we get an acknowledgment from the clown that she thinks this crappy bit of ventriloquism is funny and fun to do. In this way, she mimes like a mime and not like a clown.
Ms. Lehrmann is a skilled performer and this is an ambitious project. It's not there yet, but I have no doubt it will be. I look forward to seeing a simplified reworking of it in the future, should she choose to do so. And I hope she will.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
9/5/2010 - Perhaps, Perhaps, Quizas
If anyone has gotten the dosage right between a ridiculous world of fancy that pulls on the heartstrings by feeling real but saving us from heartbreak by reminding us that it is not real, it is Gabriela Munoz in this short numero.
A soft spoken clown with a hard-edged glint in her eye awaits her wedding day. With an open, relaxed face, a wedding gown that looks like it's seen better days, a squeaky voice that mostly repeats a few bars of the Wedding March, some toilet paper, and few other choice props, she takes us to some delightful emotional places while enacting her fantasy day.
And, cleverly, she gets it! Through some very nice audience participation work, she snags a groom. And then a wonderful transformation occurs where the innocent dreamer we just pitied turns into a petty dictator who will never be satisfied with her choice. It's a subtly played change that opened up a space to ponder the uglier sides of idealistic love, of wanting to be in love, and that uncomfortable encounter we sometimes face when an ideal turns into a person with his/her own wants and needs.
Love is a two way street? Love is not simple wish/nightmare fulfillment? Those thoughts, as a possible moral to the story, are there. Not sure if she planted them or I had them already planted when I walked in. It doesn't matter. The relevant point is that her strong, vulnerable, thoughtful, performance creates moments that invite both empathy and self-reflection. And she does it all while making me and rest of audience laugh out loud. Bravo!
I would love to see this short piece fleshed-out into a full-length show.
A soft spoken clown with a hard-edged glint in her eye awaits her wedding day. With an open, relaxed face, a wedding gown that looks like it's seen better days, a squeaky voice that mostly repeats a few bars of the Wedding March, some toilet paper, and few other choice props, she takes us to some delightful emotional places while enacting her fantasy day.
And, cleverly, she gets it! Through some very nice audience participation work, she snags a groom. And then a wonderful transformation occurs where the innocent dreamer we just pitied turns into a petty dictator who will never be satisfied with her choice. It's a subtly played change that opened up a space to ponder the uglier sides of idealistic love, of wanting to be in love, and that uncomfortable encounter we sometimes face when an ideal turns into a person with his/her own wants and needs.
Love is a two way street? Love is not simple wish/nightmare fulfillment? Those thoughts, as a possible moral to the story, are there. Not sure if she planted them or I had them already planted when I walked in. It doesn't matter. The relevant point is that her strong, vulnerable, thoughtful, performance creates moments that invite both empathy and self-reflection. And she does it all while making me and rest of audience laugh out loud. Bravo!
I would love to see this short piece fleshed-out into a full-length show.
9/5/2010 - Coney Island Chris
Let me start off by saying that that Geek Shows are not my thing. I am easily grossed-out, both by hardware going in places it seemingly shoudln't go, and by the usually lame, half-committed, badly enacted patter that usually accompanies the Geek act.
Well, if you're like me, (or anyone else, for that matter), GO SEE CONEY ISLAND CHRIS! THIS IS A SHOW!!
Part Harry Anderson, part Jerry Lewis, part Geek, part magician, part clown...THIS GUY ROCKS!
Over the course of an hour, Chris takes the audience through 10 well-known Geek tricks, culminating with a final act that involves a bed of nails, an egg, and a 12-pound sledge. There is never a dull moment.
This lanky, four-eyed tramp barks out an act full of tiny surprises and vulnerability, amused at his own corny jokes and occasional impromptu mistakes. He does what so many geeks fail at: he is both completely “other” and completely “us”.
And throughout his tour of tricks he has us in the palm of his hand, building up to that moment when the trap will spring (sometimes literally, as when he sticks his hand in an animal trap), and then extending the moment, backing it down, misdirecting us, and ultimately satisfying our own sadistic expectations.
This guy had me from start to finish. And there is something very “clown” about this Geek's work, in a sort of “Andy Kaufman” sense. Like Kaufman's escapades: as Intergernder Wrestling Champion, as Tony Clifton, as “the Real Andy Kaufman”, the game with Coney Island Chris is, “which Geek trick is real? And which one is a contrivance?” In this way, Chris, has elevated the deconstuction of the Geek act to a new level. Because not only did I not know which acts were “real” (for the most part), I didn't care. Coney Island Chris has managed to return the magic to the Geek act. Through the use of camp, skill, and a great sense of misdirection, he drew me in to his tricks, with a signifigant part of my brain knowing (or hoping) they were not real, but with another part of my brain believing his (sometimes) false contrivances all the way. He does tricks that are obvious put-ons. He does tricks that are seemingly “for real..” He does other tricks which allow me as a spectator to flicker in and out belief/disbelief. This reminds me of Kaufmann's Wretsling stint, of Wrestling in general: both totally real (dramatically) and totally fake. This is best exemplified in Chris' homage to that most famous of Geek weightlifters, Mr. Lifto. (I will save the details...)
Chris needs a better ending for his show. Something to tie the whole thing together. Right now, the rhythm of the piece is sustained by his personage and the escalation of his bits. It needs something more, a story, a challenge that is either overcome or not, in order to turn it into a full-fledged Clown Theatre show. I will be excited to see it again when he does that. In the meantime, I may go watch his show again, because it was so wonderfully vulnerable, skillfull, and entertaining. Bravo!
Well, if you're like me, (or anyone else, for that matter), GO SEE CONEY ISLAND CHRIS! THIS IS A SHOW!!
Part Harry Anderson, part Jerry Lewis, part Geek, part magician, part clown...THIS GUY ROCKS!
Over the course of an hour, Chris takes the audience through 10 well-known Geek tricks, culminating with a final act that involves a bed of nails, an egg, and a 12-pound sledge. There is never a dull moment.
This lanky, four-eyed tramp barks out an act full of tiny surprises and vulnerability, amused at his own corny jokes and occasional impromptu mistakes. He does what so many geeks fail at: he is both completely “other” and completely “us”.
And throughout his tour of tricks he has us in the palm of his hand, building up to that moment when the trap will spring (sometimes literally, as when he sticks his hand in an animal trap), and then extending the moment, backing it down, misdirecting us, and ultimately satisfying our own sadistic expectations.
This guy had me from start to finish. And there is something very “clown” about this Geek's work, in a sort of “Andy Kaufman” sense. Like Kaufman's escapades: as Intergernder Wrestling Champion, as Tony Clifton, as “the Real Andy Kaufman”, the game with Coney Island Chris is, “which Geek trick is real? And which one is a contrivance?” In this way, Chris, has elevated the deconstuction of the Geek act to a new level. Because not only did I not know which acts were “real” (for the most part), I didn't care. Coney Island Chris has managed to return the magic to the Geek act. Through the use of camp, skill, and a great sense of misdirection, he drew me in to his tricks, with a signifigant part of my brain knowing (or hoping) they were not real, but with another part of my brain believing his (sometimes) false contrivances all the way. He does tricks that are obvious put-ons. He does tricks that are seemingly “for real..” He does other tricks which allow me as a spectator to flicker in and out belief/disbelief. This reminds me of Kaufmann's Wretsling stint, of Wrestling in general: both totally real (dramatically) and totally fake. This is best exemplified in Chris' homage to that most famous of Geek weightlifters, Mr. Lifto. (I will save the details...)
Chris needs a better ending for his show. Something to tie the whole thing together. Right now, the rhythm of the piece is sustained by his personage and the escalation of his bits. It needs something more, a story, a challenge that is either overcome or not, in order to turn it into a full-fledged Clown Theatre show. I will be excited to see it again when he does that. In the meantime, I may go watch his show again, because it was so wonderfully vulnerable, skillfull, and entertaining. Bravo!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Jasp & Morro Do Puberty - 9/4/2010
There are a lot of reasons why puberty would seem like a great setup for a clown show. Puberty is that horrible time of passage from child to adult, from pleasure to reality (in a Freudian sense), a time of incredible vulnerability and discovery, where the world becomes bigger, less friendly, where even your own body becomes an unpredictable enemy.
Jasp and Morro, a captivating clown duo from Canada, take on the task. Menstruation, attractiveness, rebellion, sexuality, all get get treated by these two, with great comic effect. There are some wonderful moments of vulnerability. Jasp especially has an easy way of inviting the audience into flights of fancy. And there are a couple of great moments where she gets carried away and her soft, demure side yields to a more dangerous, obsessed person.
Those obsessed moments were the ones I relished most. I wanted there to be more. The show is well-structured. Cleverly structured. There are great surprises and nicely handled moments of audience participation.
However, at some point I felt like I was not watching a clown duo play a show about puberty and two pubescent girls, but, rather, two clowns who WERE pubescent girls. The difference may seem semantic, but to me it is crucial. Clowns are not the given circumstances they play; they are beyond that. (For an example of Pochinko-influenced clowns successfully navigating this territory, check out any video you can find of Asylum-137's “Clowns in the Vagina”.)
Puberty is, arguably, a time when we are all clowns. In clowning this situation, then, we must be careful not to let the given circumstances capture the clown. This is how I felt with Jasp and Morro: while punctuated with good moments, I was not sure if these two clowns knew that this was a clown show. I saw puberty do Jasp and Morro, not the other way around.
The show is brilliantly structured. Great setups. Great audience participation. Great character arcs. But it needs the clowns to go further. More competition. More embarrassment. More surety in mission. More panic and betrayal. More bloody tampons and maxi pads and makeup and TeenPeople Magazines erupting into the space. I don't just want the absurdity of puberty, I want the absurdity of clowns doing puberty!
One nice moment that captures it right is Jasp's dance with her stuffed animal. I won't spoil the outcome, but this is one place where the absurd world of pubescent crossed over into the world of the clown. I want more of that.
This is a good show. It's more than worth seeing. They've got lots of things going for them and have done a lot of things right. It's not yet a great show. To make it so, these excellent performers and their director should take this set of ridiculous situations, transfer them into a ridiculous world, and see what happens.
Jasp and Morro, a captivating clown duo from Canada, take on the task. Menstruation, attractiveness, rebellion, sexuality, all get get treated by these two, with great comic effect. There are some wonderful moments of vulnerability. Jasp especially has an easy way of inviting the audience into flights of fancy. And there are a couple of great moments where she gets carried away and her soft, demure side yields to a more dangerous, obsessed person.
Those obsessed moments were the ones I relished most. I wanted there to be more. The show is well-structured. Cleverly structured. There are great surprises and nicely handled moments of audience participation.
However, at some point I felt like I was not watching a clown duo play a show about puberty and two pubescent girls, but, rather, two clowns who WERE pubescent girls. The difference may seem semantic, but to me it is crucial. Clowns are not the given circumstances they play; they are beyond that. (For an example of Pochinko-influenced clowns successfully navigating this territory, check out any video you can find of Asylum-137's “Clowns in the Vagina”.)
Puberty is, arguably, a time when we are all clowns. In clowning this situation, then, we must be careful not to let the given circumstances capture the clown. This is how I felt with Jasp and Morro: while punctuated with good moments, I was not sure if these two clowns knew that this was a clown show. I saw puberty do Jasp and Morro, not the other way around.
The show is brilliantly structured. Great setups. Great audience participation. Great character arcs. But it needs the clowns to go further. More competition. More embarrassment. More surety in mission. More panic and betrayal. More bloody tampons and maxi pads and makeup and TeenPeople Magazines erupting into the space. I don't just want the absurdity of puberty, I want the absurdity of clowns doing puberty!
One nice moment that captures it right is Jasp's dance with her stuffed animal. I won't spoil the outcome, but this is one place where the absurd world of pubescent crossed over into the world of the clown. I want more of that.
This is a good show. It's more than worth seeing. They've got lots of things going for them and have done a lot of things right. It's not yet a great show. To make it so, these excellent performers and their director should take this set of ridiculous situations, transfer them into a ridiculous world, and see what happens.
Ferdinand the Magnificent- 9/4/2010 - And Now for Something Completely Different...
As if reading my mind, Nick Trotter, as Ferdinand the Magnificent, seemed to say, “you want la follie, you got it!” I have never witnessed the physical embodiment of Rabelaisian clown before I saw Ferdinand. How else to describe a 6'-plus creature in a pink spandex bodysuit, a huge white diaper, hiking boots, a nose to rival that of Toucan Sam, and a tendency to pull things out of his ass?
In his 30-or-so minutes, Ferdinand plays both desperate puppy looking for a home and coquettish dandy looking to impress his new friends. He can be quite aggressive with us, but in a way that is mostly safe and charming. He also has a talent for making music with found objects, most of which he pulls out of the backside of that diaper of his. Trotter the performer manages to take his own musical skills and work them pretty seamlessly into Ferdinand's being as a sort of lovable musical savant that you'd be a little scared to piss-off.
What keeps Ferdinand with us, for all of his bigness (both literal and aesthetic) is his wonderful naivete. Ferdinand is a musical, highly functioning autistic on speed. Strange things happen to him. They're probably stranger for us than for him – I have the feeling that this is not the first time that Ferdinand found a bottle of Penzzoil in his rectum and then discovered the bottle was full of Froot-Loops.
His complete innocence allows one to float into weird sexual double-images, without him ever going there. When he pulls a bell out of his seemingly endless well of treats, he pins it to the waistband of his diaper, allowing him to ring it with his body as he discovers the sound and gyrates to a rhythm he develops. As he shakes his hips and moves his feet, smiling naively to the audience, I am reminded of some character from a Bosch painting, or an image from Rabelais – a giant with matching giant phallus-like nose, tinkling the tiny jewels in his crotch. It is weird. It is also very well executed.
Ferdinand has no problem with motivation, in terms of stakes. This weird, wingless, overgrown flamingo is motivated! He tackles it all with great appetite! (I'd like to see even more!) The small problem with his show is the first kind of motivation: why is Ferdinand here? What does he hope to accomplish? Right now, it seems like he's passing through. For a while, I don't care why he's here, because his images & games are so compelling & entertaining, I forget. But towards the end, I start to feel stuck in a loop. Ferdinand does not yet have a story that will lead either of us to transformation.
His games are great. Better than great. But I want to see this weirdo in a situation that challenges and transforms both him and us. That's the holy grail of clown shows. And it's worth Ferdinand exploring it. So, I look forward to see Ferdinand in a show with a proper beginning, middle, and end. In the meantime, you should catch it in its current incarnation, so you can say you were there.
In his 30-or-so minutes, Ferdinand plays both desperate puppy looking for a home and coquettish dandy looking to impress his new friends. He can be quite aggressive with us, but in a way that is mostly safe and charming. He also has a talent for making music with found objects, most of which he pulls out of the backside of that diaper of his. Trotter the performer manages to take his own musical skills and work them pretty seamlessly into Ferdinand's being as a sort of lovable musical savant that you'd be a little scared to piss-off.
What keeps Ferdinand with us, for all of his bigness (both literal and aesthetic) is his wonderful naivete. Ferdinand is a musical, highly functioning autistic on speed. Strange things happen to him. They're probably stranger for us than for him – I have the feeling that this is not the first time that Ferdinand found a bottle of Penzzoil in his rectum and then discovered the bottle was full of Froot-Loops.
His complete innocence allows one to float into weird sexual double-images, without him ever going there. When he pulls a bell out of his seemingly endless well of treats, he pins it to the waistband of his diaper, allowing him to ring it with his body as he discovers the sound and gyrates to a rhythm he develops. As he shakes his hips and moves his feet, smiling naively to the audience, I am reminded of some character from a Bosch painting, or an image from Rabelais – a giant with matching giant phallus-like nose, tinkling the tiny jewels in his crotch. It is weird. It is also very well executed.
Ferdinand has no problem with motivation, in terms of stakes. This weird, wingless, overgrown flamingo is motivated! He tackles it all with great appetite! (I'd like to see even more!) The small problem with his show is the first kind of motivation: why is Ferdinand here? What does he hope to accomplish? Right now, it seems like he's passing through. For a while, I don't care why he's here, because his images & games are so compelling & entertaining, I forget. But towards the end, I start to feel stuck in a loop. Ferdinand does not yet have a story that will lead either of us to transformation.
His games are great. Better than great. But I want to see this weirdo in a situation that challenges and transforms both him and us. That's the holy grail of clown shows. And it's worth Ferdinand exploring it. So, I look forward to see Ferdinand in a show with a proper beginning, middle, and end. In the meantime, you should catch it in its current incarnation, so you can say you were there.
"Clowns with Gowns" - 9/4/2010
"Clowns with Gowns” is a very cute duo piece. It has a great, misdirecting opening, which I won't spoil. I might only add that the first person to appear (the one who sets everything up—I am trying not to give everything away), I think, should be even less competent. She should be the worst clown in the world, maybe with a really bad b-day gag or two—it will make that beautiful transformation into the show that much more so.
The two performers of “Clowns with Gowns” have much to be admired: precision, physical skills, a certain cute charm. They proceed with a number of numeros in which they attempt to collaborate, working out who is the real boss, with varying levels of agreement/antagonism. We even get some highs and lows when one conflict leads to an accidental murder of a partner, which is quickly followed by the ritual suicide of the other. Structurally, these numeros are well conceived, and there is an arc to the show, even if it still needs a little work. (And hey, let's face it, endings in clown shows are tough!)
All the pieces are in place, but somehow they are not quite lived-in. The moments of conflict between the two are not fierce enough. The murder & suicide moment is emblematic of this problem. A clown is constantly flickering in & out of sincere belief and naïve play of the situation s/he enacts. The situation should feel alternately real and completely like a contrivance that solely exists to make the audience laugh. That dual reality is the clown's beauty. In this show, when the accidental murderess performs her grievous suicide, we see an “indicative” suicide, but we do not for a moment believe her. And, while we should not sink into a melodrama where she actually kills herself, there have to be some flickering moments where she is engulfed in grief, drenched by grief, driven to madness and suicide by the thought of losing her partner forever and that she is to blame.
In terms of motivation, the first question of, “what are you doing here?” is pretty well answered. These two skilled, charming clowns have shown up to put on a show. The “truth” is great. But in the sense of, “do you care about how this thing goes?” these clowns need a kick in the pants. The “treatment” lacks a bit. They need to be more desperate, both as clowns and performers. Desperate enough to surprise themselves and each other. The structure is there, and it is well-conceived. Now, I want to see “la follie.”
On a note of suggestion, I might take away some of the musical score in the piece. I think some of the emotional relationships/reactions become too choreographed to the music and prevent the clowns from reacting to each other and the audience. Some speaking to each other, however minimal, might help this as well.
The two performers of “Clowns with Gowns” have much to be admired: precision, physical skills, a certain cute charm. They proceed with a number of numeros in which they attempt to collaborate, working out who is the real boss, with varying levels of agreement/antagonism. We even get some highs and lows when one conflict leads to an accidental murder of a partner, which is quickly followed by the ritual suicide of the other. Structurally, these numeros are well conceived, and there is an arc to the show, even if it still needs a little work. (And hey, let's face it, endings in clown shows are tough!)
All the pieces are in place, but somehow they are not quite lived-in. The moments of conflict between the two are not fierce enough. The murder & suicide moment is emblematic of this problem. A clown is constantly flickering in & out of sincere belief and naïve play of the situation s/he enacts. The situation should feel alternately real and completely like a contrivance that solely exists to make the audience laugh. That dual reality is the clown's beauty. In this show, when the accidental murderess performs her grievous suicide, we see an “indicative” suicide, but we do not for a moment believe her. And, while we should not sink into a melodrama where she actually kills herself, there have to be some flickering moments where she is engulfed in grief, drenched by grief, driven to madness and suicide by the thought of losing her partner forever and that she is to blame.
In terms of motivation, the first question of, “what are you doing here?” is pretty well answered. These two skilled, charming clowns have shown up to put on a show. The “truth” is great. But in the sense of, “do you care about how this thing goes?” these clowns need a kick in the pants. The “treatment” lacks a bit. They need to be more desperate, both as clowns and performers. Desperate enough to surprise themselves and each other. The structure is there, and it is well-conceived. Now, I want to see “la follie.”
On a note of suggestion, I might take away some of the musical score in the piece. I think some of the emotional relationships/reactions become too choreographed to the music and prevent the clowns from reacting to each other and the audience. Some speaking to each other, however minimal, might help this as well.
On "Motivation"- 9/4/2010
Hey, Festival People,
I was going to post my reviews of "Clowns with Gowns" and "Ferdinand" altogether, and then felt like the whole thing was too long. So I broke it up into three parts. Below is a little commentary on a binding concept, "motivation", I use to talk about both shows. I will post my comments of those two good shows separately and shortly. The comments below may help contextualize my reviews of those shows, but feel free to skip if you want to get to more of a review.
The following is a commentary on the concept of "motivation," with a particular focus on Clown Theatre.
Motivation is one of those monumentally loaded words in the theatre. It is a sine qua non of the theatrical, in at least two senses of the word. First, dramatically speaking, characters MUST be in front of us for some reason. Even in an “absurd” text (“absurd” being a fairly loaded word in itself), characters pursue something. They may not know what it is. We may not know what it is. Motivation may not even have to come from the dramatic circumstances. It may, rather, come from a “performative” impulse, like that of a dancer or acrobat, or (I imagine) someone acting in a Robert Wilson spectacle. This is the second part of motivation, which could also be labeled “desire”, or “daring”, or “need”. It is the focused work of the performer as virtuoso, actively looking for moments, possibilities, extensions, collaborations.
Motivation is also one of the fundamental clichés of actors and egos. “What's my motivation?” the actor whines to his director in the old joke. “Your goddamn paycheck, THAT'S your motivation!” the director responds. And while this seems a little callous on the director's part, I have in the past sided with that callous director. This isn't because I find actors to be a generally whiny, temperamental lot, although as an actor I have been, at times, both whiny and temperamental. Rather, it is because the “what's my motivation?” quip can feel a lot like that much more annoying quip one gets occasionally when directing actors of, “my character wouldn't do that!” Really? Are you so sure you know exactly what you, as a person, are liable to do in the next five minutes?
Both these statements sometimes to me indicate a lack of imagination more than anything else. “You don't know what your motivation is? Figure it out. Try something. If that doesn't work, try something else! The focus is not on your little preconceived plan, but what you discover in the moment!” Of course one must find the appropriately persuasive means to get this idea across, preferably avoiding any tactic that involves shame or condescension...
Dramatic motivation in a clown show can be further broken into two parts, which could be labeled “truth” and “treatment”. (I am indebted to my teacher, Bob Berky, for this terminology) First, in terms of “truth,”: “why are we here? What has the clown arrived to accomplish?” Usually the answer to this question includes “put on a show,” in some fashion or other. But what kind of show? What would the show look like, ideally, if the clown did not proceed to screw it up in all the delicious ways s/he will?
"Treatment,” then, refers to the way the clown(s) screw it up. It is the obstacles the clown(s) encounter: the difficulties with objects, with the audience, with lighting cues and music, with their own bodies, phobias, and fears, with hierarchy, with complicite, with their own view of the discrepancy between their expectations and reality (not an exhaustive list, nor universally applicable, of course) and the ways these obstacles affect the clown(s) and their relationships.
In terms of “Treatment,” motivation becomes, in part, a discussion of stakes. In a clown show, the stakes are generally very high. Stephen Buescher once was nice enough to spend some time with me and my friends as we struggled through our first clown show, some 12 years ago. One of the things he told us what that, (I am paraphrasing now) clowns are beings who live on the edges of the continuum between terror and the sublime. I take this to mean that clowns are, fundamentally, ridiculous beings who want things so very badly that even small projects – lining up, doing the dishes, introducing a numero – can erupt into a hilarious piece that rattles around our soul. Taken this way, a clown is not the opposite of a Stanislavkiian (another loaded term) actor, obsessively scoring each beat, each objective. Rather, the clown is the literal (and therefore absurd) realization of that ideal. This doesn't mean that clowns always live in desperation. But clowns generally are funnier when they play toward desperation, when they gradually allow the stakes to grow and affect them to such an extent that they take us to higher highs and lower lows.
So now we have some terms: “Motivation,” which can be broken down into “dramatic” and “performative” aspects. And a further breakdown of “dramatic motivation” into “truth,” and “treatment.” And we can tie it all together by observing that it is in the "treatment" that "dramatic" and "performative" motivations meet together in synthesis. That is, we construct a dramatic situation (truth plus treatment) for the clown to encounter and then push the clown to "eleven out of ten" in trying to pursue a goal.
"Motivation”, albeit in two very different senses, was the word I could find to unite two very different, entertaining shows that were paired together the day I saw them, “Clowns with Gowns”, and “Ferdinand the Magnificent”. If either one is said to encounter problems, those problems go back to motivation, in different ways. Check out my separate reviews of those shows in following posts.
I was going to post my reviews of "Clowns with Gowns" and "Ferdinand" altogether, and then felt like the whole thing was too long. So I broke it up into three parts. Below is a little commentary on a binding concept, "motivation", I use to talk about both shows. I will post my comments of those two good shows separately and shortly. The comments below may help contextualize my reviews of those shows, but feel free to skip if you want to get to more of a review.
The following is a commentary on the concept of "motivation," with a particular focus on Clown Theatre.
Motivation is one of those monumentally loaded words in the theatre. It is a sine qua non of the theatrical, in at least two senses of the word. First, dramatically speaking, characters MUST be in front of us for some reason. Even in an “absurd” text (“absurd” being a fairly loaded word in itself), characters pursue something. They may not know what it is. We may not know what it is. Motivation may not even have to come from the dramatic circumstances. It may, rather, come from a “performative” impulse, like that of a dancer or acrobat, or (I imagine) someone acting in a Robert Wilson spectacle. This is the second part of motivation, which could also be labeled “desire”, or “daring”, or “need”. It is the focused work of the performer as virtuoso, actively looking for moments, possibilities, extensions, collaborations.
Motivation is also one of the fundamental clichés of actors and egos. “What's my motivation?” the actor whines to his director in the old joke. “Your goddamn paycheck, THAT'S your motivation!” the director responds. And while this seems a little callous on the director's part, I have in the past sided with that callous director. This isn't because I find actors to be a generally whiny, temperamental lot, although as an actor I have been, at times, both whiny and temperamental. Rather, it is because the “what's my motivation?” quip can feel a lot like that much more annoying quip one gets occasionally when directing actors of, “my character wouldn't do that!” Really? Are you so sure you know exactly what you, as a person, are liable to do in the next five minutes?
Both these statements sometimes to me indicate a lack of imagination more than anything else. “You don't know what your motivation is? Figure it out. Try something. If that doesn't work, try something else! The focus is not on your little preconceived plan, but what you discover in the moment!” Of course one must find the appropriately persuasive means to get this idea across, preferably avoiding any tactic that involves shame or condescension...
Dramatic motivation in a clown show can be further broken into two parts, which could be labeled “truth” and “treatment”. (I am indebted to my teacher, Bob Berky, for this terminology) First, in terms of “truth,”: “why are we here? What has the clown arrived to accomplish?” Usually the answer to this question includes “put on a show,” in some fashion or other. But what kind of show? What would the show look like, ideally, if the clown did not proceed to screw it up in all the delicious ways s/he will?
"Treatment,” then, refers to the way the clown(s) screw it up. It is the obstacles the clown(s) encounter: the difficulties with objects, with the audience, with lighting cues and music, with their own bodies, phobias, and fears, with hierarchy, with complicite, with their own view of the discrepancy between their expectations and reality (not an exhaustive list, nor universally applicable, of course) and the ways these obstacles affect the clown(s) and their relationships.
In terms of “Treatment,” motivation becomes, in part, a discussion of stakes. In a clown show, the stakes are generally very high. Stephen Buescher once was nice enough to spend some time with me and my friends as we struggled through our first clown show, some 12 years ago. One of the things he told us what that, (I am paraphrasing now) clowns are beings who live on the edges of the continuum between terror and the sublime. I take this to mean that clowns are, fundamentally, ridiculous beings who want things so very badly that even small projects – lining up, doing the dishes, introducing a numero – can erupt into a hilarious piece that rattles around our soul. Taken this way, a clown is not the opposite of a Stanislavkiian (another loaded term) actor, obsessively scoring each beat, each objective. Rather, the clown is the literal (and therefore absurd) realization of that ideal. This doesn't mean that clowns always live in desperation. But clowns generally are funnier when they play toward desperation, when they gradually allow the stakes to grow and affect them to such an extent that they take us to higher highs and lower lows.
So now we have some terms: “Motivation,” which can be broken down into “dramatic” and “performative” aspects. And a further breakdown of “dramatic motivation” into “truth,” and “treatment.” And we can tie it all together by observing that it is in the "treatment" that "dramatic" and "performative" motivations meet together in synthesis. That is, we construct a dramatic situation (truth plus treatment) for the clown to encounter and then push the clown to "eleven out of ten" in trying to pursue a goal.
"Motivation”, albeit in two very different senses, was the word I could find to unite two very different, entertaining shows that were paired together the day I saw them, “Clowns with Gowns”, and “Ferdinand the Magnificent”. If either one is said to encounter problems, those problems go back to motivation, in different ways. Check out my separate reviews of those shows in following posts.
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