Creeper creeps to Chennai, we perform on August 9th, 7.30 p.m at Sir Mutha Venkata Subba Rao Concert Hall, Harrington Road.
More details at:
http://www.thehindu.com/mp/2008/07/21/stories/2008072150650100.htm
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Into Stoned
Well the reading was a disaster. Thanks so much to everyone who showed up and gave their time to make it happen! And special thanks to Q for hosting it!
I think the problem with the play is that it is just doing too many things at the same time. And I seem to be unable to balance the play out at this point in my evolution. I'm unable to let each story fully realise itself and have ended up squashing the entire action into a 90 minute format. I've also come to realise how vulnerable a play really is...
A play is an organic entity, capable of dropping dead on your hands if you don't treat it right. This brings up my "dead" play tally to "three" and I'm not at all keen on pushing that number up.
Annoyed and unhappy.
Bleargh!
I think the problem with the play is that it is just doing too many things at the same time. And I seem to be unable to balance the play out at this point in my evolution. I'm unable to let each story fully realise itself and have ended up squashing the entire action into a 90 minute format. I've also come to realise how vulnerable a play really is...
A play is an organic entity, capable of dropping dead on your hands if you don't treat it right. This brings up my "dead" play tally to "three" and I'm not at all keen on pushing that number up.
Annoyed and unhappy.
Bleargh!
Saturday, July 05, 2008
June was a flop
I sadly report that nothing happened in June.
Many things were planned, but nothing actually happened.
So I'm sorry to say, that there is nothing worth writing about...
In other related news my bi-monthly "I'm sick of this city!" flu came on big time and as a consequence this update comes to you from rainy Mumbai!
Moving on...
My B-grade horror film script is done. I had a chat with my actors about what I had in mind and the script meeting quickly turned into a lunge for ice cream after ice cream - since there was no alcohol nearby. Seems my scrpit was a bit too... er... what's the word... er... me? for the team and as a result I've temporarily shelved the project. Here is the concept teaser, badly photo-shopped by me.
The film might be considered a post-modern narrative that explores identity, gender, communal harmony, cliff-diving, 10m air pistol shooting techique, the other, the other one too, denial, Pashtun socicultural pornographic discourse, and involves a man unable to sleep, a psychotic clown who won't stop smoking (think Captain Spaulding's clingy ex-clownbitch-girlfriend) and the innards of a dead cow. This kind of specialised narrative style is other wise known as B-grade rubbish.
Sadly, this film won't take off for a while due to terminal artistic ineptness on the part of the director, who thought he could do a David Lynch. On a positive note, I did a screen test with the cow and it's innards performed superbly.
Interested producers please talk to my agent.
Aside: I really really need to CLIMB, but everything is bloody wet! Argh.
Ok, some good news. After screwing around with the Into Stone text endlessly, and ingesting at least 30 frappes, I've got a draft that reads decently. And I am now confident it can be read out loud without causing me to leap out the nearest window.
Reading is scheduled for 4:30pm on Tuesday the 8th of July at Qs. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it won't be a horrible unintelligible mess that will effectively signal the end of my pointless playwriting career. All the same, I am going to stay away from windows till after the reading is done. Nervous and scared, but who's to say how it will turn out.
Oh, I was in Rajasthan last month. That's where I took the picture of the tree. Pretty much changed my life, really got me thinking about lots of things. I think it helped me finish the play in some ways.
I'm pretty low now. I'm going to go and eat some Sancha ice cream.
Will do a serious update on how the reading went soon.
Many things were planned, but nothing actually happened.
So I'm sorry to say, that there is nothing worth writing about...
In other related news my bi-monthly "I'm sick of this city!" flu came on big time and as a consequence this update comes to you from rainy Mumbai!
Moving on...
My B-grade horror film script is done. I had a chat with my actors about what I had in mind and the script meeting quickly turned into a lunge for ice cream after ice cream - since there was no alcohol nearby. Seems my scrpit was a bit too... er... what's the word... er... me? for the team and as a result I've temporarily shelved the project. Here is the concept teaser, badly photo-shopped by me.
The film might be considered a post-modern narrative that explores identity, gender, communal harmony, cliff-diving, 10m air pistol shooting techique, the other, the other one too, denial, Pashtun socicultural pornographic discourse, and involves a man unable to sleep, a psychotic clown who won't stop smoking (think Captain Spaulding's clingy ex-clownbitch-girlfriend) and the innards of a dead cow. This kind of specialised narrative style is other wise known as B-grade rubbish.
Sadly, this film won't take off for a while due to terminal artistic ineptness on the part of the director, who thought he could do a David Lynch. On a positive note, I did a screen test with the cow and it's innards performed superbly.
Interested producers please talk to my agent.
Aside: I really really need to CLIMB, but everything is bloody wet! Argh.
Ok, some good news. After screwing around with the Into Stone text endlessly, and ingesting at least 30 frappes, I've got a draft that reads decently. And I am now confident it can be read out loud without causing me to leap out the nearest window.
Reading is scheduled for 4:30pm on Tuesday the 8th of July at Qs. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it won't be a horrible unintelligible mess that will effectively signal the end of my pointless playwriting career. All the same, I am going to stay away from windows till after the reading is done. Nervous and scared, but who's to say how it will turn out.
Oh, I was in Rajasthan last month. That's where I took the picture of the tree. Pretty much changed my life, really got me thinking about lots of things. I think it helped me finish the play in some ways.
I'm pretty low now. I'm going to go and eat some Sancha ice cream.
Will do a serious update on how the reading went soon.
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