Five for Fighting
We five rascals above did the first reading of a new play called U Suck! last week, and Pierre has pieced together photographic evidence of the rascalry as it looked from the house. That’s me on the right, along with (heading left) Virginia, Jason, Tony, and Julie. You can’t see it in the picture, but I’m wearing my Actor shirt. By which I mean it says “Actor” in big letters on the back (and small ones in the front), just in case there should be any confusion.
Mr. Grist: What are you doing here?
Linus: I’m with the band.
Mr. Grist: (looking around) What band?
Linus: No, sorry, never mind. I’m, er, an actor.
Mr. Grist: You’re what?
Linus: See?
Mr. Grist: Oh, of course. Carry on then.
Speaking of which, I’m looking for new audition monologs. Any suggestions? The old warhorses that need a bit of grazing downtime shelter are from Mamet’s Lakeboat (Scene 26, “Joe’s Suicide”) and Shakespeare’s Henry V (II.ii 109-146, the speech to Lord Scroop at Southampton). Anyone? Bueller?
April 18th, 2005 at 13:35
Lisa Simpson’s “Howl of the Unappreciated”?
April 18th, 2005 at 13:44
How about the monster’s “This half-crazed genius gave me life” speech from the end of Young Frankenstein?