Polonius Production Diary: Notes
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that lights, sound, set design and construction, props, costumery and stage management are difficult jobs, and is glad that somebody else is willing to do those, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that lights, sound, set design and construction, props, costumery and stage management are difficult jobs, and is glad that somebody else is willing to do those, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is too tired to work up rehearsal anecdotes into actual stories, and too verbose to relate ’em in a couple of sentences.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still preparing Polonius.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could go on about the Four Foolish Vows, or about the sibling thing, or weird diplomacy thing, but none of that is really relevant to the play.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hadn’t thought about a pouty lower lip, to go with the line about being a big baby.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows his place.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also begins to wonder how old, how hale, how frail, how tired Polonius is. Or is that just YHB?
In Which Your Humble Blogger will keep calling in the docks scene, so there.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is starting to dig.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is quite loud, actually.