'Let Me In' - Now Playing at the PNCA Auditorium, Islamabad

'Let Me In' - Now Playing at the PNCA Auditorium, Islamabad
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Monday, October 6, 2008

Auditions: Round One – The Great Flood of 2008

What is it about Eid that makes you yearn for the month to magically rewind itself to the start of Ramadan – the days of abstinence, the first cigarette post Iftar, get-togethers at ridiculously overpriced restaurants that serve garbage - à la mode (I counted four pieces of chicken in my Supreme Chicken Tikka pizza – four) – I don’t know. The month seems to lead itself to a glorious anti-climax, or, as a friend puts it: a hug to the left, a hug to the right, a hug to the left again, and then what? I guess I’m one of those who spend Eid locked up in their rooms, reading Dean Koontz or the like.

The saving grace – audition planning. Director’s cap and all that jazz. The wheels were finally set in motion and round one happened at the Apartment, this Saturday, amid nausea and general dizziness. (This is the part where I interject with a witty – and true – remark about how I always seem to find myself ill whenever a new project starts.) Contrary to previous auditions, that seem to stretch out without end in sight, these were pretty tame. Two (and in some cases) three readings from various monologues that I cherish. Waqas (self proclaimed basher of egos, believer in philosophy of glass half–empty, Nazi war enthusiast and similar) and Aashir (assistant director of old) were there to join me. What surprised me as I entered the ‘waiting area’ was the amount of unfamiliar faces. Theatre newbies. Surprises didn’t end there, apparently. As most directors will tell you, one has to shove expectation down the toilet during the initial days of auditions, as some are out there for their unique brand of shughal, some audition only to be never heard of ever again, some are plain terrifying, and, well, the list goes on. But of the forty or so that came on Saturday, most were impressive. Some left all three of us speechless, literally. Well, maybe not Waqas, but I doubt anything could quiet that one down. Of course, props go to a couple or so who were clear winners. And, while we’re on the subject, props to a couple (or so) others, who just made our day. Really, in the endless journey of hearing the same monologues over and over again, your…umm…‘interpretations’ of the given text provided a hilarious interlude, and, once more quoting the written word of Waqas: caused us to die a little, inside.

Round Two begins today at 6 pm – and fingers crossed, as always.
Obi.

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