After a year missing from drama school, having experienced the change I feel like writing something about May of last year when it all started…
The Drama Centre – Transformed into a wonderful Bliss The wind from the north wafted through my window bringing in a sweet and sour smell when I returned home after work and mum told me that I had a phone call from drama school saying that drama school sessions were suspended. I was shocked as this was my last year and we were supposed to start our end of year performance, of which I had already missed some sessions because of a motor accident I had had. Then there was silence! No phone calls. Only hearsay that tutors were flocking away from drama school! What is going to happen? This is my last year! Two weeks later a friend of mine (attending drama with me) informed me that that night we were going to decide with Mr.Azzoppardi which performance we were going to do as the final act to end our three year course. I was surprised as I did not know we had changed tutor, did not know we would change performance, did not know I had had a session the week before and did not know that tonight I had another one. “Thank God someone is going to save us!” P.S It so happened that I was unaware of the meeting due to the fact that the class was informed about it through a chain call, this very chain, however, evidently got lost somewhere along the way.
El Salvatore
I entered the black theatre (the studio at the drama school) and sitting in a circle around our salvation, found half of my class, obviously the others did not know we had a session as I myself would not have known if I was not lucky enough to talk to my friend earlier that evening. I was greeted (in a buddiesque manner….ie “Aw man int x’ismek?) By Mr.Azzoppardi whom I did not know personally but of whom I had read many of articles on papers and a person who I somewhat admired deep down. The discussion started (by now I had been engaged in a lot of past discussions with my group ….and I knew that this would not work). Mr.Azzoppardi was really concerned about, what according to him was the (quote) bullshit we had engaged in our lessons at the drama school prior to his arrival. Worthy of notice is also the fact that heartfelt thanks should go to those very few in the group for supporting him …..As we all know in the last three years the drama centre was a complete disorganized organization which led the students to “bullshit” because we were not introduced to Chekhov, Brecht, Stanislavski and Grotowski, such was Mr.Azzoppardi’s argument.
P.S I wondered how he knew what was going on at drama school as I never saw him in any of our productions, so I asked politely;
“Excuse Me.…but how would you know that all we did was bullshit, as you are saying, when you were never present at any of our presentations or workshops?”
His reply:
“U ejja Jimmy…issa ha noqoghdu infittxu x-xghara fl-ghagina wkoll, ghax qrajt fil-gazzetti…U ejja ha nahdmu min flok noqoghdu nparlaw !! “
I was amazed at his ability to convince us so quickly and smoothly, I was convinced, therefore I did not argue and replied… “Ok… He looked at me for few seconds and then smiled.
He was right, he was right indeed. Now it begins to be clearer why many people knew him with a particular nickname. I dawned upon me that this man could indeed be the god-like light we had awaited at the end of the dark tunnel we were not aware we were living in. I did not follow the discussion anymore, it was just a loop of arguments anyway, and instead I wallowed in the thought and memory of how unlucky I was to have ended up in the ‘bullshit era’. It was so obvious! After all, all we had worked on during this year was only a silly pantomime of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Marcelle Teuma which was an exercise on how to devise theatre, the futile extracts from Comedy of Manners with tutors Charles Sammut and John Attard, the Greek tragedy Antigone by Jean Cocteau with tutor Josette Ciappara, and the of course, the most shallow of them all was the combined project of Shakespeare and Theatre in Education with tutor Charles Sammut. These were productions which obviously encompassed “no Brecht and Grotowski”. Mr.Azzoppardi laughed at us when we told him that each one of them took us 3 months (1 school semester) to work upon and rehearse and added that when he used to be at drama school they used to do a script every week.
I asked myself how could you be introduced to all this big masters of theatre and understand their concepts in a week when accorinding to the essay in a book I borrowed from the school’s library (which was set up in the bulls hilt era) “At Work With Grotowski”, Grotowski himself expressed that a 4 week production is not enough for any actor to get into a character and find the emotions(Grotowski was against producing he had a whole process which went beyond character and emotion) How about saying:
I asked myself how effective would a one-week encounter with such masters be in such a short time….and more importantly how clearly would their concepts be impinged in our minds in such a short time. Grotowski himself, after all was against producing scripts in a superficial and fast manner with the sole purpose of producing a play at the end of the month or week. In fact he had a whole process which by the end of his career went far beyond even character and emotion and which was based on long and laborious preparation on part of the actor….which spanned a LOT more than a week.
... So listening to Mr.Azzoppardi telling us that he would make a production with us in a week or two I was really looking forward to start working with him through for this new tool, this new method which was something totally new for me.
I was once again lost in the reverie of miserable training exercises we did we had invested in during my prior two years at drama school: intensive sessions of one hour weekly of physical sessions, dancing, voice training, articulation exercises, characterization, devising texts, history of theatre. What a waste of time I was saying to me, “Why didn’t they get such a man to teach us in the last years?” I added to myself while watching him, skillfully maneuvering us towards this new philosophy. I must confess it took me sometime to be converted but at the end how could I refuse the learning of such light! All the master classes we had with artists such as Guillermo Horta, Emilie Fitzgiben (Devising a Script - Ireland), Electra Tselikas (Gdansk) Tatiana Brinkman (Amsterdam), Stephen Mottram (British sles), Ermanna Montanari and Marco Martinelli (Master Classes -Ubu Roi), Johan Wright (Archetypes –Masks – England) and Cornelia Cromholtz (Contemporary Director –Germany) Jackie Grima and Anton Farrugia (Theatre Make Up). I had also done an audition in which director Paul Portelli chose 10 students from drama school and worked with us during extra hours on physical theatre. It was all bullshit! Why am I so blind! The light is in front of me. I switched off from my past and started off in my new present. I started to pour in ideas and Mr. Azzoppardi went home to fetch a script. Il-Hajt , a socio-political script which we were supposed to do as our end of year performance. I was suddenly feeling excited. He had drive. We are working. We are saved. HALLELUJAH!!!
…. To be continued
Jimmy