Wednesday, October 21, 2015

No Direction

BW talked to the director about her too.  Basically said the same thing he said to TM; "She's awesome, stop fucking it up."

The director was driving her crazy.  She was singlehandedly letting down the entire female population with her antics.  She would say things like "You know how in old movies girls just wanted to be hit?" and would cry at the drop of a hat.  She was not directing.  She lost it a couple of weeks before opening and brought in the male artistic director of the company to direct for her.  She was going to lose us the right to vote.

"The energy feels a lot different than it did with the last one, doesn't it?" PJ had asked her one night about halfway into the run.

"Yes it does," she answered.  "The last play actually had a director."

She really just hated the fact that she was stuck not being able to fully do her job.

Right before the run the director had taken her aside and asked what she could do to help.  "You have it the wrong way.  I'm supposed to be helping you, but you won't let me.  You pull in other people, don't ask my opinion, and deliberately change plans after I've told everyone the opposite thing.  The next time you direct something, you should really pick a stage manager you trust.  I'm not sure what I did to make you not trust me, but clearly you don't."

Not sure if that made it any better, but for what it was worth the director wouldn't be around anymore.  It was her show now.

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