Another short excerpt from “Max Dix, Zero to Six”. The first half of this scene (Garden Scene) was posted last Wednesday. See this if only for the monologue on watching orientals on TV eat monkey brains…
Click HERE TO SEE THE MONKEY BRAINS SCENE.
Here’s some stills from this video excerpt:
The elderly man describes what he sees on the tv screen:
Close-up, fascinated by what he sees:
Less fascinated…
Here comes the moment when they lift the skull from the monkey’s head….
Pop!
Disgust begins to seep into the characters….
Max is told what he has learned.
Imparting more wisdom for Max to guide his life by…
Last words of wisdom into the dark….
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Video – The beginning of Max Dix, Zero to Six, excerpt from the staged play
Wednesday, May 5th, 2010Another short segment from my play, “Max Dix, Zero to Six”. It can only give a taste of the feel for the production. It is the very beginning of the play….
Click HERE TO SEE BEGINNING
Some stills from this excerpt:
Max Dix, Zero to Six, video clip, The Soap Opera Scene
Wednesday, March 31st, 2010
In 2008, I wrote and directed a play that went on to win a couple of national and international writing awards called Max Dix, Zero to Dix. A modest video was made out of two performances, and I’ve taken the decision to start posting some snippets and scenes of it.
The quality of the videos does not live up to the quality of the acting, but I hope generous viewers will be forgiving. The video was shot over two separate evenings in front of an audience during its run in Brussels, and sometimes the lighting, the cuts, the grainy images, aren’t all they could be. Yet the videos will certainly give a taste, and one hopes, pleasure, in what was presented.
I haven’t spoken at length about this play because there hasn’t been a need or an urge, but perhaps in time, and with interest.
CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE VIDEO
SLICES, a theater play, its plans, the overload.
Wednesday, January 6th, 2010I was going to begin rehearsing a brand-new newly-written play of mine this week called, “Slices”. It was to be about a group of executives of different nationalities waiting to get down-sized at a multinational based in Europe. The fear, desperation, politics, hysteria, comedy, surrealism of this situation. Auditions done, ideas began bubbling, most of the writing still had to get done within four weeks. This was the same procedure I had performed with my previous play, “Max Dix, Zero to Six”, writing the script when the actors had been cast.
Before committing to doing this, I had meet-ups with members of the board of the producing group, explaining my need for a backstage team and/or production team, or at least a list of interested contacts. I got affirming nods but nothing happened and I started writing and auditions happened and I wrote some more and sent out a “help-me-with-this” email and nothing came back but at a social event I was given three people’s names to contact as possible producers, without contact details. One of these people I had had a falling out with years ago. Another was already engaged with another production. The third was going through a divorce.
Significantly I also possessed a lifelong personal dread in cold-calling/contacting people to ask for help. With the holidays about to begin, I was trying to write and cast this play, come up with directing ideas without anyone on the technical or production side who could give me an idea whether something I was thinking of would be possible. Suddenly I only had three weeks to complete the writing of the full-length play, knowing I might have to rewrite the thing when much of what I was thinking of might not be possible, or who, and what quality of who, would be involved beyond cast members. And this play would have to go up in March.
With all this hanging over my head, the writing stuttered to a stop as worry rose. I had never put a production team together. All my contacts in this area were casual and fitful. I was called upon to be practical, creative, multi-tasking, dig and call around, administrate and organize, run my publishing company and my communications business and enjoy some Christmas. Unable to do half of this, I withdrew myself and the play rather than face possible mediocrity for the actors and the play.
There was no one to point to and say, Bad Person. This Is The Way It Is. I had been spoiled with my last two plays, with the essential part of the production team already set-up, which allowed me to concentrate solely on the creative. I had foolishly forgotten how one is expected to be part administrator/part director/part hustler to put on a play, and these combined skills set were not something I possess. This Is Not The Way I Am.
Still, I have SLICES the novel, which I’m moving forward with.
Pity is, I do this play writing and theater directing stuff pretty good.