It’s 10:57am and the actors are on their feet. Director
Peter Dylan O’Connor has said goodbye to playwright Brendan Healy, and begins
to stage the very top of The Best of
Times, The Worst of Times.
Looking at the schedule and seeing it in black and white, I
am struck by the fact that this director and cast only have 4 AND A HALF HOURS
UNTIL TECH. Oh, that includes a lunch break. And a director meeting. The amount
of rehearsal time together is so small, the ending so abrupt. It’s no wonder
their jumping up from the table to take swings at lines like the following:
“Lizards don’t fuck pigs.”
“Divorce is our
thing.”
“Do you want to avoid your
favorite 7-11's because you have too many memories of anniversary dinners
there?"
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