11-08-2004 02:46 Hrisanta
Пришло по рассылке ревью Ричарда Уиллиса (английский актер) на «Частные жизни» с Аланом. В середине есть интересный момент про Риму и брата Рикмана, ради чего собственно рецензию и выкладываю (под катом). Enjoy!
I took myself off to see Private Lives on Friday. A treat to myself; the ticket was horrendously expensive, but sometimes you have to pamper yourself, especially when no one else is there to do it. I left a note with Alan (Rickman) before the show to say I was in and then settled down to a wonderful night’s entertainment. I really was impressed by the production and the way the actors made the whole thing so modern and accessible. It was very funny, mainly because the main two characters were obviously in so much pain and looked at the world with such world-weary eyes. It was also useful as far as pointers towards Earnest goes.
Afterwards met Alan in his dressing-room. there was a small gathering of people and Alan immediately announced that for the people interested in a piece of trivia that he had been my dresser. This was back when I was doing East in the musical Tom Brown Schooldays and he was earning money to help him through Rada by dressing on the show. We then had some champagne and Alan raised a glass and toasted the memory of Hugh Crutwell. He was the principle at RADA from ’65 to ’83, and for those of us RADA alumni who were lucky enough to attend under his reign, he has been a massive influence on our acting and the approach to our craft and theatre. The obituary in the Guardian explains his influence far better than I can do. To me, he was a surrogate father-figure who I desperately wanted to please. I’m not sure I ever succeeded in doing that at RADA. I was a very difficult student. But later Hugh recommended me for one of my best jobs playing Allmers in Little Eyolf in for the National Theatre of Norway. The last time I saw him was when he and his wife, Geraldine, came to see me and another RADA actress, Tara Hugo, in a new play Spin at the White Bear in Kennington. He was looking frail, but his mind was as keen as ever. He stayed in the auditorium afterwards and said as we appeared. «Hello... you’re not rushing off somewhere, are you?» This was the cue for Tara and I to receive the famous Crutwell verdict, which in this case was very favorable. I feel very lucky to have had that one last moment with him then.
Alan said that Private Lives was actually the last play he saw.
Alan then invited me to join him and friends for dinner. After an initial hesitation as I ended up accompanying him and two rather wonderful awesome New York ladies of a certain age to the stage door. We then had to run the gauntlet of fans and well sishers at the Stage door, and dash for the limo, while Alan stayed behind to sign autographs. The scene was right out of a movie.
The ladies from New York in the back of the car were animated and wonderfully brash.
“God, I love this city”
“Well…”
“How could you leave for Los Angeles?”
“Well darlin’ let me tell you, when you have been grabbed by Teamsters and hung over the East river, nine floors up, and threatened to be dropped if you don’t employ more Teamsters, then you feel that may be it’s time to get the fuck outta here.”
Then to me one of them turned.
“Haven’t we met before?”
Her friend gave her a meaningful look.
“No, I mean it. I know it’s the type of thing you say to actors and stuff, but I just got the feeling that we’ve met… may be in London. I get into serious trouble nowadays. I bump into people and they say ‘hello, remember me?’ And I tell them I haven’t a clue who the hell they are, and then they inform me that we’d been to bed together a few months back or something. Jesus, it can be embarrassing.”
“Well I don’t think we went to bed together,” I said smiling as sweetly as I could.
‘No sweetheart, I’m pretty sure that I would have remembered that !”
Cue uproarious laughter.
Alan eventually finished his signings and we set off for the restaurant. One the way I pointed out to everyone the New Victory Theatre on 42 nd Street where we will be performing the Dream next April/May. The restaurant was Josephine’s on 42 nd and is owned by one of the daughters of Josephine Baker. It was plush with red velvet curtains and murals depicting Josephine in her glory days. There I was introduced to Alan’s brother and his partner, Rima. There followed a wonderful dinner with wine flowing copiously and conversation covering a wide variety of subjects. I sat in between Alan and Rima. I found him very easy and natural. He has just had his teeth done, which Sandy, one of the NY ladies, commented on to him with the biggest stage whisper. Alan repeated the whisper to the whole room to great amusement and Sandy’s embarrassment. We talked a lot about the connection of Wilde and Coward. He said he had had no wish to do the play, but was persuaded into doing it. Everyone has commented on the freshness and modernisms of the production – the fact that it doesn’t seem dated. He said that the director Howard Davies, he, and Lindsay Duncan approached it like any other play and they could not have done it any other way. Alan said that the more serious the both of them were in rehearsals, the more Howard laughed. This accounts for the depth and pain of the production. Harvey Keitel apparently came backstage and said: “No-one told me that I would be crying at a Noel Coward play!”
When Lindsay and Alan appeared here in NY with Les Liaisons Dangereux, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward threw a party for them at their 5th Avenue apartment overlooking the park. So this time Alan and Lindsay decided they would take them out for dinner. Calls were made between the various secretaries and the powers be. Paul Newman said they would come and see the show, met them backstage, and then they could go on somewhere. But since there would be pandemonium if Paul Newman showed up at the stage door, it was suggested that the Newman’s choose a restaurant and Alan and Lindsay would meet them there. Apparently Paul Newman had to ask the Schubert Organization to recommend a restaurant as they never went out to them in New York. Alan said that the Newman’s were like young enthusiastic teenagers and utterly delightful.
As were Alan and Rima... delightful company on a special evening.
I took myself off to see Private Lives on Friday. A treat to myself; the ticket was horrendously expensive, but sometimes you have to pamper yourself, especially when no one else is there to do it. I left a note with Alan (Rickman) before the show to say I was in and then settled down to a wonderful night’s entertainment. I really was impressed by the production and the way the actors made the whole thing so modern and accessible. It was very funny, mainly because the main two characters were obviously in so much pain and looked at the world with such world-weary eyes. It was also useful as far as pointers towards Earnest goes.
Afterwards met Alan in his dressing-room. there was a small gathering of people and Alan immediately announced that for the people interested in a piece of trivia that he had been my dresser. This was back when I was doing East in the musical Tom Brown Schooldays and he was earning money to help him through Rada by dressing on the show. We then had some champagne and Alan raised a glass and toasted the memory of Hugh Crutwell. He was the principle at RADA from ’65 to ’83, and for those of us RADA alumni who were lucky enough to attend under his reign, he has been a massive influence on our acting and the approach to our craft and theatre. The obituary in the Guardian explains his influence far better than I can do. To me, he was a surrogate father-figure who I desperately wanted to please. I’m not sure I ever succeeded in doing that at RADA. I was a very difficult student. But later Hugh recommended me for one of my best jobs playing Allmers in Little Eyolf in for the National Theatre of Norway. The last time I saw him was when he and his wife, Geraldine, came to see me and another RADA actress, Tara Hugo, in a new play Spin at the White Bear in Kennington. He was looking frail, but his mind was as keen as ever. He stayed in the auditorium afterwards and said as we appeared. «Hello... you’re not rushing off somewhere, are you?» This was the cue for Tara and I to receive the famous Crutwell verdict, which in this case was very favorable. I feel very lucky to have had that one last moment with him then.
Alan said that Private Lives was actually the last play he saw.
Alan then invited me to join him and friends for dinner. After an initial hesitation as I ended up accompanying him and two rather wonderful awesome New York ladies of a certain age to the stage door. We then had to run the gauntlet of fans and well sishers at the Stage door, and dash for the limo, while Alan stayed behind to sign autographs. The scene was right out of a movie.
The ladies from New York in the back of the car were animated and wonderfully brash.
“God, I love this city”
“Well…”
“How could you leave for Los Angeles?”
“Well darlin’ let me tell you, when you have been grabbed by Teamsters and hung over the East river, nine floors up, and threatened to be dropped if you don’t employ more Teamsters, then you feel that may be it’s time to get the fuck outta here.”
Then to me one of them turned.
“Haven’t we met before?”
Her friend gave her a meaningful look.
“No, I mean it. I know it’s the type of thing you say to actors and stuff, but I just got the feeling that we’ve met… may be in London. I get into serious trouble nowadays. I bump into people and they say ‘hello, remember me?’ And I tell them I haven’t a clue who the hell they are, and then they inform me that we’d been to bed together a few months back or something. Jesus, it can be embarrassing.”
“Well I don’t think we went to bed together,” I said smiling as sweetly as I could.
‘No sweetheart, I’m pretty sure that I would have remembered that !”
Cue uproarious laughter.
Alan eventually finished his signings and we set off for the restaurant. One the way I pointed out to everyone the New Victory Theatre on 42 nd Street where we will be performing the Dream next April/May. The restaurant was Josephine’s on 42 nd and is owned by one of the daughters of Josephine Baker. It was plush with red velvet curtains and murals depicting Josephine in her glory days. There I was introduced to Alan’s brother and his partner, Rima. There followed a wonderful dinner with wine flowing copiously and conversation covering a wide variety of subjects. I sat in between Alan and Rima. I found him very easy and natural. He has just had his teeth done, which Sandy, one of the NY ladies, commented on to him with the biggest stage whisper. Alan repeated the whisper to the whole room to great amusement and Sandy’s embarrassment. We talked a lot about the connection of Wilde and Coward. He said he had had no wish to do the play, but was persuaded into doing it. Everyone has commented on the freshness and modernisms of the production – the fact that it doesn’t seem dated. He said that the director Howard Davies, he, and Lindsay Duncan approached it like any other play and they could not have done it any other way. Alan said that the more serious the both of them were in rehearsals, the more Howard laughed. This accounts for the depth and pain of the production. Harvey Keitel apparently came backstage and said: “No-one told me that I would be crying at a Noel Coward play!”
When Lindsay and Alan appeared here in NY with Les Liaisons Dangereux, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward threw a party for them at their 5th Avenue apartment overlooking the park. So this time Alan and Lindsay decided they would take them out for dinner. Calls were made between the various secretaries and the powers be. Paul Newman said they would come and see the show, met them backstage, and then they could go on somewhere. But since there would be pandemonium if Paul Newman showed up at the stage door, it was suggested that the Newman’s choose a restaurant and Alan and Lindsay would meet them there. Apparently Paul Newman had to ask the Schubert Organization to recommend a restaurant as they never went out to them in New York. Alan said that the Newman’s were like young enthusiastic teenagers and utterly delightful.
As were Alan and Rima... delightful company on a special evening.
отредактировано: 11-08-2004 02:47 - Hrisanta
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11-08-2004 23:16
Камрад
Интересно, но мало...
Спасибо, Hrisanta, вижу эту заметку впервые, рада что получилось прочесть.
И поздравляю с открытием!
Спасибо, Hrisanta, вижу эту заметку впервые, рада что получилось прочесть.
И поздравляю с открытием!
Да, скифы - мы!
morlis-dotsas
Спасибо большое!
Мало? Спасибо, что хоть столько написал. Обычно актеры такой щедкостью на информацию не страдают. 
Спасибо большое!
Мало? Спасибо, что хоть столько написал. Обычно актеры такой щедкостью на информацию не страдают. Ego te absolvo...
Hrisanta
Это будет очень большой наглостью, если я спрошу как это по-русски... Неоразованные мы... Кажется, еще на форуме было это дело, но ни слова не понимаю... Про что там, хоть примерно? 
Это будет очень большой наглостью, если я спрошу как это по-русски... Неоразованные мы...
Кажется, еще на форуме было это дело, но ни слова не понимаю... Про что там, хоть примерно? Да, скифы - мы!
Синема
Смысл в том, что один актер был на "ЧЖ" с Аланом, а потом тот его пригласил в ресторан "погудеть". Гудели они там с Римой и братом Алана. Вот актер в своей заметке и описывает спектакль и последующий ужин в ресторане.
Впринципе ничего супер интересного, но на фоне нынешней информационной голодовки и то "масло".
Смысл в том, что один актер был на "ЧЖ" с Аланом, а потом тот его пригласил в ресторан "погудеть". Гудели они там с Римой и братом Алана.
Вот актер в своей заметке и описывает спектакль и последующий ужин в ресторане.Впринципе ничего супер интересного, но на фоне нынешней информационной голодовки и то "масло".
Ego te absolvo...
Hrisanta
Какие-то зачатки знаний английского имеются, хотя и нулевые практически, но мне искренне стыдно перед мистером Аланом Рикманом... все, беру словарь и пословно начинаю переводить...
Какие-то зачатки знаний английского имеются, хотя и нулевые практически, но мне искренне стыдно перед мистером Аланом Рикманом... все, беру словарь и пословно начинаю переводить...
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Frigg