Megan's Head

A place where Megan gets off her head.

Month: February 2013

Fully Committed – Great news from afar

There is nothing quite as lovely as creating work, sending it out into the universe and then kicking back, far away, and relaxing as it does brilliantly. That is exactly what is happening with the delicious little play I directed called Fully Committed, starring the incredibly talented and versatile Pieter Bosch Botha. It is currently on at The Old Mutual Theatre On The Square in Sandton, Jozi, and to be honest, I have not received such universally brilliant praise, both on twitter and facebum, an officially in the reviews, in a very long time.

It is so cool reading about all the really good stuff, and we both feel so validated for the creative choices we made, funny great ideas we had, and hard work we put in. Yes, we both feel a little bit brilliant I think.

But check it out yourself. Here is a list of links to the reviews.

1. The Tonight (my favourite)

2. The Citizen

3. The Daily Maverick

4. Artslink

I will update the list when the others come out, but right now I couldn’t be prouder. If you are in Jozi, go and check it out.

Breaking my own Silence

I can’t believe how long it has been since I jotted down my thoughts here, in this very public way. I confess that certain news events struck me dumb. I found them a bit all consuming, and irritating, and I didn’t want to say anything about them. Also, I have been on a bit of a theatre break. The last thing I saw was 3 Little Pigs (which I completely loved).

I miss writing here and it is amazing how quickly I get out of practice. This feels so self-conscious now. But, I need to break the drought so I will share some of the things I am enjoying and looking forward to.

1. The new improv course. It starts next week and I am amped to get into that head space. I love teaching improv they way I like to learn it; bold, fearless, crazy. Jill Bernard told us to ‘run faster than our fear’ and that’s how I like to do it. Get ready brave course attendants.

2. A clowning workshop. I have signed up for one at the end of March. How cool?

3. Xhosa course 2 with Xhosa Fundis. I love learning to thetha and it has changed how I live in Cape Town. I find it hard to explain how fundamental it is to be able to at least greet people in their mother tongue. I am rewarded with making the effort every day. When I cam e back to Cape Town from Prague I received a homecoming welcome of love, connection and heart, just because I could greet passport control and customs officials in isiXhosa. I can’t wait to gooi it during rehearsals.

4. I have tasted the bitter of disappointment and the sweet of excitement regarding my writing in the last couple of weeks. A short story I entered into the Short.Sharp competition was chosen as one to be included in an anthology of crime stories to be launched at the Grahamstown National Arts Fest, and my novel was finally rejected by the publishers. Life.

5. My puppies have grown into magnificent dogs and I spend far too much of my time loving them, because they are amazing.

Ah. Spell broken. Thanks.

 

A Beautiful long-term Relationship

There is a body of people we have not really mentioned every time we congratulate ourselves on our marvelous work. Our audience. This teeny two week improv festival has managed to attract an ever growing audience to our work, and they have been amazing; generous, responsive, enthusiastic, chatty, delighted. And it has been our pleasure to perform for them.

The quality of our work has been improving all the time, and our audience has been there to witness it. The fact that we are able to come up with an hour and a half show of totally improvised long-form stuff is proof. But if it weren’t for the generosity, love and support of our audiences it would all be academic. They are the heart and soul of our performances. I hope this is the continuation of the most beautiful long term relationship.

Love ya. Mean it.

Post long-form Improvisation delight disorder

How can I possibly explain to you what it was like to enter a completely private and calm scene between a rancher widow Frances and the pastor, take out a gun and shoot the pastor dead without saying anything? How can I describe to you the hysterical shakes I got as I came off stage and the ‘reality’ of what I had done started sinking in? How can I explain the fear, arriving on the ranch and discovering that the rancher widow owned it and she has witnessed my murder?

This is what happened to me, before I got fatally shot by the justice obsessed school teacher, last night, on stage in front of a live audience. And we made the whole thing up. It was radical. Of course there were too many loose ends, and certain things happened that were a little undone, and things got a little over-exposed plot wise, but who cares?

The journey of themed long-form improv has been an extraordinary one, for me, for the group and of course, for our audiences. I can say with total clarity that this is acting and feeling and responding in its most thrilling and rewarding form. It feels like you are hyper-alive, connected electrically with the creative universe. And it is totally addictive. I don’t know how I am ever going to be able to do anything else and love it as much.

Luckily I have three shows left this week. I am going to have to wean myself back into the real world slowly. Really, I am totally confident about recommending that you come and watch this unbelievable magic. Check out Improguise for details for the rest of the week.

Rocking Improv Fest

Last week’s improv fest got off to one hellova start for all of us, and for me in particular. We ‘opened’ our long form improv fest with a magnificent Western directed by Candice D’Arcy, and it was dark, bloody, moody and magical. I played the brothel Madam Cas, and I loved every second of being the power hungry, hard-as-nails, bitch of the town, right up until I was shot and died in front of the audience. Hectic.

Then, on Thursday night it was Tandi Buchan’s turn to direct Thursday at Thornton Hall, our full length improvised period drama. This time I was a slightly crazed, old, animal loving aunt to an eligible young bachelor, and I can say with confidence that it was the most fun I have had on stage in a very, very long time, even though there were only about 10 terribly lucky audience members there.

This week I am on stage every night, and directing the Austen on Thursday and the Family Musical on Friday. Plus I am performing the Saturday Superscene; viscious, competitive, highly entertaining improv. How could you resist? Come check us out. Here is a pic of us pre-Thornton Hall.

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