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| Hamlet |
My voice during the show was strong. My projection was perfect, a lot better than I have performed in the last six months. That being said I was conscious the entire time of shouting. Of course Hamlet is very upset about seeing his dad again, but I didn't want to shout because it's edgy for an actor to do so. I wanted it to feel like Hamlet is on the verge of jumping across the theatre and killing Claudius right then and there. I wanted people to see the anger towards his actions. My articulation wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be. Because I spent the first half of the show watching a slideshow of my dad, I was balling my eyes out. And when I turned around to say the first soliloquy, my nose and eyes were runny, meaning I was sniffing and it's not very easy to articulate through tears. In hind sight maybe I should of taken more breaths to calm myself down before beginning the monologue?
My breath control was a lot better than what I'd hoped, for someone like me who's asthmatic sometimes I can have period where for years I don't have breathing altercations, but they could spring up again out of nowhere. I was cautious of losing breathe when doing 'too too solid flesh' as the monologue is quite lengthy. Luckily I had rehearsed whereto breathe, and practised timing of lines. So this felt really natural to me during the show. I was very proud of myself.
My monologue was definitely emotionally connected, and felt rooted. But I ruined my lines. I know it's little but I feel that with Shakespeare you can't afford to fluff a line. As Morecombe and Wise would say, 'I played all the right notes, just not in the right order', for me I said all the right lines, just not necessarily in the right order. This kind of bugged me throughout the rest of the show. I was sitting on the bed and I was trying to stay in the mental place I was when watching the slideshow but I couldn't stop kicking myself about the lines. I had to just say, 'worry about it after the show, you have a job to do' to get back into it.
My second scene was definitely my favourite part of this performance. My voice and physicality felt connected and I was nimble with my movement and said every line with purpose. I felt really in role. It was nice to have the privilege of having the three non depressing lines in our production as it meant it shows a more light hearted side to Hamlet. Hamlet is a teenager, I certainly don't spend my days in a state of anger, I have moments where I'm great and moments where I'm bad and this is the same with Hamlet. I think since the audience were majority teens themselves, this interpretation was so relevant. The way Nirvana, Joy Division and Jeff Buckley were integrated - my god did it work.
During the intermission between show one and two, I felt something was wrong as well as everyone else. We had all pushed our voices to the extreme. Our voices were breaking, dry, and fading. We theorised this was because of how much we screamed and went for it in the Teen Spirit section. I for one went for it. Luckily we had brought a jar of honey which Sarah had suggested in case this situation happened to occur. We used a teaspoon each and coated our throats with it. Needless to say, despite the high from show one, there was an anticipation from myself that made me on edge.
During the second run of my monologues, I felt so much more emotionally connected. I must admit, performing that scene to the audience is probably the most rewarding thing I've done so far as an actor. I managed to not fluff my lines up this time, learning from the time before and tried to breathe before delivering the lines to avoid the sniffle crying. My second scene however was a complete disaster. My voice was gone, and it was restricting me from injecting character in the lines. My vocal pitch register had shrunk and I couldn't speak above a certain pitch otherwise it would break. I knew my voice was strained when I said the first line of this scene, I could feel it slowly withering.
Both drowning sequences were difficult as Tilly had to be covered in water. Making it really hard to lift her as she was so slippy. This being said, it somehow manages to be rather beautifully tragic each time with the blue lighting and all the Hamlets together, something felt powerful from that image. In rehearsal I would always look at this famous painting of Ophelia drowning to remind me of the effect we were going for.
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| Ophelia by John Everett Millais |







