Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Kate Meehan: on Aesthetic and Being Totally Lovely

Kate Meehan has been performing with La Fenice since it's very first show as Austin Commedia Society back in 1999.  Over the years, she's played a number of the Commedia stock characters with us, and currently serves as Managing Director.  Before joining ACS, she performed on many famous Chicago improv stages, including ImprovOlympic and Second City.

How does La Fenice's approach to Commedia differ from other Commedia dell'Arte troupes?
Well, I've really only created Commedia shows with La Fenice, but for the last few years I've been in touch with a whole lot of different performers.  Apparently, we're pretty unique in the United States in that we're performing Commedia outside of Renaissance Faires, the confines of a Goldoni script, or a proscenium stage.  We perform in bars to keep things risky - usually at least half of our audience was unaware there would be a show that night, and it means we don't have the luxury of a trapped audience.  They can ignore us, talk over us, throw bottles and loose change or just leave.  Our job is not only to keep their attention, but to convince them at the end that what they saw was valuable enough to dip into their wallets.

How well does that work, with the masks and such?
Pretty well, actually.  We've morphed our aesthetic over the years to suggest a sort of vague historic past, with stock characters pulling visual references from characters our audience already knows.  Pantalone, for example, is based off the Monopoly guy.  The masks and big shiny costumes cue our (likely drunk) audience in on the kind of over the top theatricality of our shows, and sort of prepares them for some of the bullshit conventions we try and pull later.

You're playing the young Lover this time?
Yes, a bit of a stretch, huh? At least I'm paired with Aaron, who is even more elderly than I am, instead of young Tate.  Sloop [of the Damned] made me feel like total a cougar.  I began playing the Lover with Austin Commedia Society back when I was, more or less, the Lover character in real life - obnoxious, loud, and with limbs a little too long and spindly for any real grace of movement.

Not much has changed.
That's totally true, except now I've got a lot more person to cram into the corset and am sporting these grey racing stripes.  Genevieve [Kinney] usually plays our lovers, and she somehow manages to explore various permutations on the Elegant Lady every time.  This is the second time I've picked the Lover back up since La Fenice reformed, and I'm trying to keep from making her too crusty, to just allow the character and myself to be lovely without making any commentary.

What do you mean?
Well, there's this strange attitude that's apparently pervasive among female comics.  They can be attractive, but you don't run into material from Cloris Leachman or Lucille Ball or even Tina Fey and Amy Poehler about how good looking they are and some of them will go out of their way to actively remove their femininity from their acts, talking and behaving in more masculine patterns, but there's no denying that they're all a bunch of total foxes.  In part, I think it comes from tending to be one of very few ladies in a dude's world - no matter how many manicures you get or how well you walk in heels, your testosterone starts to pique and you become less comfortable playing femininity in truthful ways.

I assume you mean the Royal You.
I always do.  Unless we're talking about doing dishes or picking up squished cockroaches, in which case, I mean Actual You.  I did a show during the Great Commedia Hiatus where I played this punky angel for the first act of a show, and a rapist-tormenting succubus during the second act.  The succubus role was really hard for me.  I remember being fairly confident someone would stand up in the middle of the show and call me out for farting into my corset and bustle, or point out how wildly uncomfortable I was with the slinky vixen thing.  I've never felt so exposed and awkward in my life, and I've done some really ludicrous things on stage.

Back up.  You were farting into your bustle?  Is that what chicks do into those things?
Well, yeah.  With all those voluminous folds, it's hard to resist filling them like a hot air balloon and there's  a lot of gut squeezing with corsets.  When the review came in for that show, the reviewer said I had played the role of a succubus too narcissistically, but playing the angel like I had just been hit in the head with many hammers and was suffering from Tourettes was called "spunky," so I guess it reinforced the notion for me - stick to what you know, and cling to the fart jokes and on-stage jitterbugging and leave being ladylike to the dancers.  So, you know, the first Lover I played when we re-formed was a sexual being, but in an aggressive, hyper-masculine way. It was actually a totally cowardly move. 

So this time?
Well, first of all, I'm going to sing like a freaking Disney princess.  Then I'm going to be so damned lovely, you're going to want to paint my picture like one of your French girls, Jack.  And somewhere in there I'm going to be funny, too.

Friday, January 29, 2010

On the Subject of Knobby Knees

-Kate Meehan   

Let me be clear: I am not old.

But damn. I'd forgotten the rigors of the pacing of a true Commedia, particularly when playing a zanni.

After the first week of rehearsal, my husband began noticing the evidence - a bruise here, a scrape there. I turned to knee pads for a brief time, but abandoned them when I noticed how restrictive they were with my movement. A zanni moves.

My knees and shins now are a Monet of various splotchy hues as bruises fade to fantastic shades of yellow and green, mingling with newer ones of bright purples and reds. Frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way.


Sunday, January 24, 2010

Lazy Mortal Performance Fart



- Paul Joiner  

The first weekend was harder than I'd hoped. It was not nearly as bad as I feared. It is a rare thing for me to be happy with a show while it's running. We're all a little older and more experienced; but then so are my joints.

Ow.

The second weekend was harder with two shows on a single evening. It was more rewarding with the higher volume of laughter. There were more folks at Deville and Ruta Maya was packed to the rafters for all the bands with whom we shared their generous stage. Those people laughed at jokes I thought no one would ever get. I love this town.

There was a time I did five shows a day plus street improvisation at the Texas Renaissance Festival. Those shows were only a half hour and I was a little younger and stronger. Or perhaps my memories of those days are clouded by single malt and time. But even then the high energy fart jokes wore me out.

The performing troupe is called Les Immortels. That was the next step in the line of one-upsmanship that is the history of Aaron's commedia troupes. We began as I Arroganti which is not-Italian for the arrogant guys. We got the idea from the historical troupe I Gelosi. What's better than being jealous? Arrogance, of course; arrogance and fart jokes.

When Aaron founded the Austin Commedia Society we decided the next step was I Megalomani. Again, not-Italian to honor our awareness that we are so very not traditional. The rest of us in the troupe thought megalomania nicely described Aaron.

Today we have reached the pinnacle of hubris. The name is also in French to add to the number of languages we simultaneously misuse. Using French also means that Adam (our Pulcinella) doesn't have to try and say Gl'Immortali.

Have I mentioned that I'm having fun with this? Mind you, working with these people doesn't help my own ego problems. They make me feel simultaneously inadequate and lucky to be alive. Gian worked us hard to make us funny. I feel like I'm running just to keep up with the rest of the troupe. But I need the cardio.
The thought of getting to play with them makes me get out of bed when I'd rather sleep just a few more days. To put it in my usual vernacular, these guys rock like God's balls.
Risate a tutti.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Gian's Texas Kind of Blog


Having Dr. Gian Giacomo Colli serve as our guest director for Suitors and Tutors was an honor, an education, and a true gift. Apparently, of the variety that keeps on giving. Just today, I discovered a journal he kept of his time in Austin posted on Facebook in a series of status updates. I have compiled them all here them here for convenience, unedited. It’s hard for me to read without hearing his sometimes perfect English in my head.

January 3rd

1st day in Austin, TX. Long flight from Philly, with a stop in Tampa, FL. Chaos for the check-in... more than one hour and half! My trip is like to be on a bus. Between trains and flight, after 10 hours, I arrive dead tired, but tex-mex food and margaritas change the perspective. I live in a nice small loft-condo gently offered by La Fenice, the Commedia dell'Arte theatre company which is one of the reasons why I'm here. I bit warmer, and I can even use the swimming pool I see from my windows.

January 4th

2nd day in Austin, TX. Beautiful weather, definitely not "brrrrrr" like yesterday early morning when Natalie drove me to the train station. Not particularly warm, but you can seat outside and enjoy the sunshine. The radio says that yesterday at Newark airport was a big mess because someone eluded the security. I think about the poor Gil - visiting professor of Hebrew at F&M - that I met on the train from Lancaster to Philly: he was going to Newark, to take a flight for Israel. What's this thing between me, Austin, and terrorism?

Today I'm getting my bearings with the car I rented, and right now I'm at the Performing Arts Library of the University of Texas, the other reason why I'm here. Just 'this' special section of the university library is bigger than Shadeck library at F&M. The good, old smell of a 'real' university. By the way, the security guard at the entrance of the campus, when I asked for directions, asked me which was my first language - my unmistakable accent - and when I said Italian, with a big laugh showed me a small book on how to learn Italian dirty words. Eccchecazz! I said.

I like Austin, you have the feeling of the big city, but also the impression that not far away there is the desert. The mix of American and Latino cultures is intriguing, and I was here more than eight years ago, 9/11/2001. How could I forget this place?

Today, at 6:30 pm, I have the first rehearsal with my "crazy-comedian" friends, and I can't wait to visit one of my favorite grocery stores, Whole-Foods. Ok, I've to go, a herd of cows is running towards me, and apaches are shooting all around the place. Stay tuned.

January 5th

Another beautiful day in Austin, not too cold and full of light. Had an excellent 'fish' dinner at Whole-Food yesterday, for just $21. How to describe it? Whatever you desire in terms of food & wine is there, a Disneyland of food, with 'special islands' where you can seat and have fresh meat, Italian, any kind of salad, anything! My "crazy-comedian" friends are insane!

January 7th

Kind of depressing weather yesterday, but today is beautiful again. I'm with Aaron in a "cool" wi-fi coffee-shop. Lot of places with very good coffee down here. We have rehearsal in one hour or so. It's going well, and now we have also a great accordion player. No rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday. I guess I will go finally to visit The Alamo, it's only one hour and half away.

January 8th

Cold, cold, cold here today, and I woke up in a frozen apartment, which didn't help my backache. I couldn't move, something wrong with the heating. Yesterday we rehearsed in a fascinating place, a sort of small metal & wood big room-castle built from scratches in a remote area of Austin... and had great 'pulled pork' for dinner!

January 9th

Went to San Antonio. I visited the Alamo. It's strange to finally see for "real" something that you have always experienced through movies and books.

January 10th

Another great day, but I'm kind of sick, with a bad cold. Rehearsals in the afternoon today. Yesterday the police stopped me inside the parking of the University of Texas. I was driving 20mph instead that 15mph. They gave me a verbal warning, no shooting this time.

January 14th

Back online after 36 hours sick like hell, cold and coughing. I guess since everything is big in Texas, even the flu is big. Weather doesn't help, foggy, rainy. Today I gave a lecture at St. Edward's University and later we have the dress rehearsal.

January 15th

Rain, rain, rain. My last day at the University of Texas Performing Arts Library. I'm late with my work, as usual. Tonight it's opening night for Suitors & Tutors, but I guess it won't be possible to perform outdoor, however. MERDA!

January 17th

And here it is my last Texas blog, the weather is beautiful again. Yesterday night, my crazy Commedia friends were able to perform outdoor. The audience was laughing a lot. I'm at the Austin airport right now, the same airport where I spent a lot of time during the week of 9/11. I don't know if the world has changed since then, but I know that (TG) we are still able to laugh.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Home from Rehearsal

- Paul Joiner  

Late Sunday evening we're home from an exhausting but productive rehearsal. Three sessions in and we've improved through the whole scenario. We've roughed out the choreography of the final fight scene. We've made the funny.

There's no more vicious and exacting beast than comedy. We ride her as she bucks and throws us, biting and kicking the whole time. Sometimes it's hard to tell whether it's the comedy or us that's doing the biting and kicking.

The ideas run like fire in the California hills. Each spark triggers another and another until it all devolves to ashes and giggling. I had no idea how much I missed it.