Before dwelling further into the play, I would like to say that I am very disappointed by the crowd who came to the play. The director thought that a Beckett play was a little hard to sell, but it was almost full house on Thursday. And being truly Malaysians, half of them turned out fashionably late, and made a grand entrance when Hamm was in the middle of a long verse. I was trying so hard to concentrate and stay with Hamm because the voice projection was not ideal and the strong accent they put on meant that extra attention needed to fully absorb what he was saying, not to say comprehend.
There are also immature theatre-goer who laughed at the wrong time, at the wrong thing, when it was not supposed to be funny. And almost towards the end of the play, some of them started to look at their mobile phone for the time (don't they have a watch?), some of them began to text message, doing such distracting things when it was supposed to be the climax of the play. For Beckett's sake, if you want to come to his play, sit through the whole act and pay attention to it! Can you people not stay put for just 80 minutes? And pay full attention to Endgame? Ugh, wonder if attending Beckett was just a homework assigned by their lecturers, because they all look like students to me.
Enough of that, it's story time, where was I?
The title of this entry is Passion Reignited. What passion? Why reignited? My passion for acting; reignited because I went for this play, and the lead actor's performance have brought my passion back. I want to be like him. I want to be an actor who can be the pillar of the play, who can be so impressive that some actor wannabe respect and look up to. But I need to get started. By turning up in auditions, any sort of auditions, and turn in a good performance. Hopefully I will be given a chance, hone my acting skills and shine.
Give me strength, give me support, give me my pain-killer!
