I'm incredibly excited to be back on stage at Evolution Theatre this month as Danny Miller in LOOPED, written by Matthew Lombardo, directed by the amazing Jimmy Bohr. We're only a couple of weeks away from the premiere and the rehearsal process with Vicky and Kent has been fast and intense. I've always loved this time the most. Performing on stage for an audience is of course a thrill of its own. But when it comes to the rehearsal process, when you're part of a talented team of actors being led by an incredible director, finding those moments of truth for the character, building scenes, changing what isn't working, discovering what does work...there's nothing like it. I'm so thankful for Evolution Theatre and Jimmy Bohr trusting me to bring Danny Miller to life for them!
Below you can find a link to tickets and showtimes, Evolution's website, and a synopsis of this wonderfully funny and heartfelt play. Goes up September 15 - 24. I hope to see you at a performance. Don't miss this one!
Showtimes and tickets can be found here: https://red.vendini.com/ticket-software.html?t=tix&e=8465c5415055e4766dad3e34e35e92df
Evolution Theatre: http://www.evolutiontheatre.org/event/looped/
Based on a real event, Looped takes place in the summer of 1965, when an inebriated Tallulah Bankhead (Vicky Welsh-Bragg) needed eight hours to redub - or loop - one line of dialogue for her last movie, Die! Die! My Darling! Though Bankhead's outsized personality dominates the play, the sub-story involves her battle of wills with a film editor named Danny Miller, (Jon Osbeck) who has been selected to work that particular sound editing session. It’s the last day of postproduction on Die! Die! My Darling, one of those schlocky gothic thrillers that allowed former grande dames and sex goddesses of the screen to scrape a living in their later years, or simply pass the time before the cameras until the ultimate final cut. A single line of dialogue requires looping — rerecording to match the film — but Tallulah cannot manage to speak the requisite syllables in the proper order. As she stalls and stutters, expressing infinite scorn for the tedious process, she perfumes the stale air of the studio with snappy one-liners on her favorite subjects, namely her own eccentric behavior and uneven career, and the consoling seductions of booze, drugs, cigarettes and sex. Her audience consists of a beleaguered film editor, Danny who has been corralled into supervising the session because the director skipped town, and a studio technician (Kent Halloran), who watches from a booth above the studio as Tallulah toys with poor Danny like a haughty, grizzled feline batting around a hapless mouse.