Good gig at the Voodoo last night.
I played four masks: the Dottore, the Capitano, Pantalone, and my old Worrywart mask, who was named George last night.
The Dottore and Pantalone characters are new to me; I've played versions of the Capitano and George before, in school (although it has been years.) And of course doing solo Commedia is totally new. The door was opened by improv.
So I felt like the Dottore and Pantalone were the weakest parts of the performance, particularly Pantalone. One young mask enthusiast who was in the audience noted after the show that Dottore and Capitano had something to do, which helped them. I agree (thanks, Phil!) And George seemed to benefit from having nothing to do, and being really anxious about it. But the Pantalone is such new territory for me, and he was the most static last night.
This Pantalone is an interesting problem. It's the first Pantalone mask I've ever been able to play. It was made by Stefano Perocco, my master in Paris, and on me it is really, really stupid. So I'm trying to play him as a really old Stupino, and incorporate Pantalone's body and backstory. But it's hard to get him to talk right now, and (it seems so clear in retrospect!) he has very little to do. So that's my homework, now.
Pantalone is also the character that's furthest from me, which is always a huge challenge for an actor. The Dottore and the Capitano are my natural Commedia archetypes (they're the ones most invested in Pride. Ouch!) And George seems to be, in many ways, an iteration of Ferdinand, my Clown. George is not as smart as Ferdinand, and he's particularly guileless, while Ferd is often a trickster.
The show also simply ended when I felt I had run out of ideas, which was LIMP. So I need to come up with an ending--some kind of production number, ideally.
I'll be doing it all again on Monday, January 14th, at the Bovine, at 7:30. See you there?