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Theatre
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Theatre
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If theatre were a religion, explains David Mamet in his opening chapter, "many of the observations and suggestions in this book might be heretical." As always, Mamet delivers on his promise: in Theatre, the acclaimed author of Glengarry Glen Ross and Speed the Plow calls for nothing less than the death of the director and the end of acting theory. For Mamet, either actors are good or they are non-actors, and good actors generally work best without the interference of a director, however well-intentioned. Issue plays, political correctness, method actors, impossible directions, Stanislavksy, and elitists all fall under Mamet's critical gaze. To students, teachers, and directors who crave a blast of fresh air in a world that can be insular and fearful of change, Theatre throws down a gauntlet that challenges everyone to do better, including Mamet himself.
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Release dateApr 13, 2010
ISBN9781429931786
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David Mamet

David Mamet is one of the foremost American playwrights. He has won a Pulitzer prize and received Tony nominations for his plays, Glengarry Glen Ross and Speed-the-Plow. His screenwriting credits include The Verdict and The Untouchables.

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    Mamet, in his new role as apostate, explores the theatre, starting from the time of Stanislavsky and Chekov, whose plays needed to be secretive, first because of the totalitarian czars, then because of the totalitarian Bolsheviks. So nothing was explicit. But this tradition he says has carried on erroneously into the present, with bad consequences for the health of theatre.He lambasts "Method" acting, since in his view there are no hidden lives to the characters other than what is made explicit by the words they actually say, as well as all the machinery and bureaucracy of modern theatre. He de-elevates directing, since, for him, it's all up to the actors and the script, and the director has little role except for blocking the scenes.It's a nice little read. In the section I found most interesting, he likens a good dramatic play to a communal and instinctual hunt, with the audience repeatedly asking, "Then what?"He makes the ultimate point that it's the irrationality of a theatre audience that a good drama taps into; that it's about turning off one's rationality and getting back into something more primitive and deeply satisfying for a bit of time.
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    Essays by the writer and director on staging a play based on his life-long experiences. Interesting and very direct opinions on schools of acting and directing, the value - or lack of value - in the rehearsal process . The primary importance of the text, particular plot. A short, entertaining read.

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Theatre - David Mamet

INTRODUCTION

I read a lot of technical material about the theatre when I was young.

The Neighborhood Playhouse distributed a reading list to its students in 1967, and we were supposed to have read the forty or fifty titles before the first day of class.

The books, as I recall, were predominantly Russian—Stanislavsky’s trilogy (An Actor Prepares, Building a Character, and Creating a Role) and My Life in Art; Nemirovich-Danchenko (his partner in the Moscow Art Theatre) writing about Stanislavsky; Nikolai Gorchakov’s Stanislavsky Directs and his The Vakhtangov School of Stage Art.

Books by and about the Moscow Art Theatre’s second generation, the studios, filled out the list. In addition to the thought of Vakhtangov, we were exposed to that of Meyerhold (his rival, the pretender to the throne).

After the generation of the studios (Meyerhold and Vakhtangov), the locus of succession shifted to their Muscovite disciples in New York and their work. We read Stella Adler, Harold Clurman, Robert Lewis (Method or Madness), and so on.

I gobbled this stuff up. I was a rotten actor and a hopeless acting student, but I loved the theatre and I loved the theoretical, and I delighted in tracing the vein of Muscovite thought through the apostolic succession.

For that succession extended down to me.

The head of my school, my teacher, was Sanford Meisner, baby of the Group Theatre. He came of age with the Adlers, Morris Carnovsky, Lee Strasberg, Harold Clurman, and the host of technophiles.

(Clurman and Stella Adler had made a pilgrimage to Paris to meet with Stanislavsky in the thirties and had received the laying on of hands. Was I not a student of their colleague? Yes, I was. And I am proud to have known and studied with Mr. Meisner, to have socialized with Harold Clurman, Stella Adler, and Bobby Lewis.

I admired their accomplishments and pored over their books; but, on reflection, I had (and have) little idea what they were talking about.

I exempt Harold Clurman, who age eighty or so took my wife to the theatre. Halfway through the first act she felt his hand on her knee and gliding up her skirt. "Harold, please, she said. What are you doing? And he replied, I come to the theatre to enjoy myself."

Well, so do I, and so do we all; and that’s the only reason we come or should come.

We should not come, whether as workers or audience, to practice or share a technique. There is no such thing as a Stanislavsky actor or a Meisner actor or a Method actor. There are actors (of varying abilities) and nonactors.

The job of the actor is to perform the play such that his performance is more enjoyable—to the audience—than a mere reading of the text.

Similarly, the job of the designers of costumes, sets, and lights, is to increase the audience’s enjoyment of the play past that which might be expected in a performance done in street clothes, on a bare stage, under work lights.

This is a very difficult task indeed, for most plays are better enjoyed under such circumstances, as anyone who has ever seen a great rehearsal in a rehearsal hall can attest.

Why is this great rehearsal more enjoyable than the vast bulk of designed productions? It allows the audience to use its imagination, which is the purpose of coming to the theatre in the first place.

It takes a real artist to increase the enjoyment of the audience past that which would be found in seeing the play on a bare stage, for the first rule of the designer, as of the physician, is do no harm. And, as with the physician, the rule is quite often observed in the breach.

What of the director?

Actors, left alone, will generally stage the play better than it could be staged by all but a few directors.

Why?

Actors never forget that which most directors never realize: The purpose of staging is to draw the attention of the audience to the person speaking.

Each actor in the directorless play will insist (for his own reasons) on being seen, heard, and rationally featured for that portion of the play in which the playwright has indicated he should be the center of attention.

Further, the actors, thinking, as they should, that the most interesting parts of the play are those which feature themselves, will, in committee, vote to get on with it, and move this play along.* Which is all the audience cares about.

The task of the good director, then, is to focus the attention of the audience through the arrangement of the actors, and through the pace and rhythm of the presentation.

And there you have it. Actor, designers, director. First and last, their job is to bring the play to the audience. Any true technique, then, would consist—and consist solely—in a habitual application of those ideas that will aid in so doing.

But, the observant may remark, did not the Moscow Art Theatre, its studios, the Group, et cetera, did they not, irrespective of their adoration of the theoretical, do good and even great work? And has not the author himself and at length, offered the world theoretical treatises? It is all true; and I suggest that such treatises and theories be accepted not as instruction manuals but as the otherwise incathectable expression of love for an ever-widening mystery, in which spirit I offer these essays.

*If you think about it, this desire of the actor to get to the part where he talks and the desire of the character to do the same are indistinguishable to the audience—if we say, as I will later, that there is no such thing as the character, then these two urges are not merely indistinguishable, but identical.

THE GREENROOM

The greenroom is that common room between the street and the stage. In coming backstage, one enters the greenroom first. I’ve heard, over the years, several derivations of the term: The original room was painted green, or was constructed by a man named Green. None are convincing.

Early nineteenth-century British novels refer to the greenroom in a country house. They mean by this that transitional space known in New England as the mudroom. This mudroom in old farmhouses (including my own) allowed the farmer, hunter, outdoorsman to divest himself of those accoutrements that were needed on the land but inappropriate in the house. Mine, in Vermont, was filled, according to the seasons, with fishing rods, snowshoes, muddy boots, firearms, longbows, skis, skates, a snow shovel, a maul, the walls covered with hooks bearing all sorts of coats and caps, and on the floor a wooden drying rack covered with gloves, gaiters, sweaters.

In Vermont, the mudroom; in England, the greenroom, where one knocked off the grass, grain, and green of the field. On the farm, the greenroom was the space between the farm and the home; in the theatre, it rests between the sacred and the profane.

Many of the observations and suggestions in this book might be considered heretical.

That is, if the theatre were a religion. But, though its origins are linked with religion, the theatre as an art is a profession, and, in its appearance as show business, is something of a racket.

This book is a compilation and a distillation of those thoughts and attendant practices I have used in my forty years in the professional theatre. They are the rules by which I function as an artist and by which I have been able to make a

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