P.S. I Thought That Was Pinter/Proust’s Peter Clements in Di Trevis’s Bertolt Brecht Workshop

I wrote about Director.Teacher Di Trevis’s workshops and essays on Bertolt Brecht’s acting theories, here.

I suspected that the “Peter C.” she referred to in her essay might be Peter Clements, who starred as Marcel in the reading of Pinter/Proust directed by Trevis at the 92nd Street Y last January ( 2014). I should have been sure, since I spent a good deal of time speaking with him that night.
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A closer look, some comparisons to photos, and now I am sure.
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My only point is that even established actors engage in continuing education, giving a little more credence to my theory that Richard Armitage has probably participated in some Di Trevis workshops.

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P Before I moved into my more permanent ( but not the permanent ) house here in Mexico, I had a beautiful apartment in town, close to the water. One of my landlords  who lived over the wall  in the apartment next door taught me that a good way to spend the later afternoon was on the patio with my laptop.
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He had a great set-up, too, with a desk at the back of his patio where he spent most of the day on line, handling business, communicating with his family in the states, and when he had a chance, watching DVDs – bootlegs are so easy to find in Mexico.

But I was pretty sure that Strike Back would not be among the DVDs he could find. Moreover, at the urging of his wife, my other landlord, I actually did the unthinkable – I gave her a link to Armitage Agonistes, along with some of my favorite posts. There were some of the earliest posts, some of the, ahem, literary posts, a fair sprinkling of Pinter/Proust, two OT posts Rising Rising, Risen and this one. And I threw in one or two that I thought were humorous – and of course, a bit of squee, so this,

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John PORTER, PERFECT

After I sent the links, I was sorry I neglected to include this and this.

Mr. B and Ms. C are the only two people in my RL who can link me to this blog. When Ms. C asked, I couldn’t say no – because she never said no to me, not once during my stay there and the kindness of both these people bowled me over.  Learning ( from me of course) that it was my birthday last Sunday, and there  I was, away from family and friends, they invited me to join a group of friends who were also celebrating some April birthdays.  It gave me a chance to meet some people right away.  and also, well it didn’t matter so much anymore if I disclosed I was a fangirl ( a term Sra. C never heard). I had a lot of  ‘splainin’ to do. And she listened, somewhat bemused.

I should also say that I spent my first Passover in Mexico ( speaking of P) at a seder sponsored by the synagogue. I was shocked and delighted when course after course was exactly as it was supposed to be – in fact, I had some of the best chopped liver ever – and as I always say, if there’s brisket, I’m in.

Anyway, I gave Mr. B my Strike Back DVD to watch . Yup I introduced him to John Porter – and guess what – Richard Armitage has a new fan,  and while I don’t think Mr. B. will be following this blog anytime soon, I’m going to make every attempt to get him to see Into the Storm with me when it opens here – and that will be, I’m sorry to say – over a month later than in the US and UK.  True. Now I’ll be like those other Armitage fans who are pissing and moaning because we can’t join in the discussion an hour after the film ends. It’s not like I haven’t considered a “quick hop” to LA – just three hours away – but it isn’t practical because I have to travel in October, and anyway, how would I explain to my nephew – where I would crash, that I left Mexico to see a tornado movie?

I can only remember fondly the night of December 12 when I bundled up in 12 degree weather and walked a block and half to my local theater to watch the midnight showing of DOS, and was writing about it 10 minutes after the film ended. This New Yorker  ex-pat is going to have to learn patience.

Gee, there are a lot of good words and names for the letter in the Blogging A to Z April Challenge, – but sometimes, and this may still be the altitude hitting me at 5,000 feet above sea level, but sometimes, I just forget the obvious. I may not be a New Yorker anymore, but I’m still Perry–Period.

Mr. B – I thought you would like this.

 

 

Pinter/PROUST: Detailed Review, with History, in “Theater Scene”

here.  And an excerpt.

Charles Swann, one of the novel’s heroes, was played with melancholy dignity by Richard Armitage, while the object of his desire, Odette de Crécy was depicted with sensual beauty by Lara Hillier. The crush of Marcel’s young manhood, the Duchesse de Guermantes was played by Kersti Bryan with aristocratic elegance. As the love of Marcel’s life, Andrews made the coquettish Albertine an inscrutable chameleon, revealing many colors in the course of their protracted affair. Samantha Dakin ran the gamut of emotions as the vivacious Andrée, the reserved Gilberte and the passionate Mlle. Vinteuil. Dan Ambroyér’s Robert de Saint-Loup, Marcel’s friend, remained an enigmatic figure as he is probably intended to be by both Proust and Pinter. In the small but important role of the tailor Jupien, Andrew Fallaize brought an elusive air of depravity as he wove his way through the plotline. 

Di Trevis’ staging of Harold Pinter’s adaptation of Remembrance of Things Past had all the advantages and disadvantages of a staged reading. On the one hand, one longed for a larger cast and greater production values; on the other, like the novel, it allowed the viewer the free rein of the imagination as one scene segued into another almost like waves intersecting or the notes in a piano sonata. The original music and lighting cues made this an aural as well as visual experience. It is devoutly to be wished that New York will receive a full production of this extraordinary dramatization of a great work of Western literature in the near future. 

Thanks to Micra, RANetdotcom and @MatildRA for spotting this.