Kenn held the final rehearsal at his place on Southside. Here was one last opportunity for the actors to work out the kinks, for the director of photography Chance to visualize the camerawork.
And story time! And ciggy time! Lots and lots of ciggies!
Kenn relates the odd tale from the night before of the mysterious stranger, the missing car stereo, and the perils of urban living.
We're waiting on Scott, who would also have his own yarn about the magistrate, the constable and the enchanted land of Shelby.
Chance, right, listens to the tale of woe.
This photo is archetypal for Kenn's productions. Cast and crew gathered in living room, waiting for the next step. Melissa and Donna pass the time by giving the lowdown on crazy thesps in town. Chance was right: He should've videotaped the whole affair for another festival entry.
Chance, left, observes, as Donna, standing, and Melissa and Scott try a run-through in Kenn's kitchen.
Melissa and Scott balance script vs. spontaneity in delivery.
Donna listens as Kenn gives notes.
Rehearsal wrapped about 9 p.m., but didn't really get started until 8 anyway.
It's interesting to hear the actors bring the page to life. As I'm holding the script, I know exactly how I would have each one of them play it, which is somewhat different from the actors' way, somewhat different from the director's way. Should the dialogue be exact, or should there be some give-and-take with the actors?
The script is a living breathing thing, growing and shrinking and evolving with each run-through. Three or four times, they block the scenes, try out this or that, memorize their facial expressions, hand gestures.
The cat wanders through during the scene. Maybe we'll keep that.
It'll be different on shooting day, with the lights, the bored extras, the energy.
It'll be something to see.