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Cast |
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| Helene Hanff |
Ailsa
Oliver |
| Frank Doel |
Iain
Buckley |
| Cecily Farr |
Janette
Crosher |
| Megan Wells |
Diane
Mamoany |
| Mr Martin |
Dave
Barber |
| William Humphries |
Jonathan
Preston |
| Maxine Stuart |
Jenny
Stewart |
| Joan Todd |
Val
Howell |
| Thomas |
Neal
Coulman |
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Directed by Helen Robinson &
Brian Caine |
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Wot,
No Photos? Inexplicably, no photographs were
taken of this production so you've got nothing to look at. Well, there's the
ticket! |
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Was
I In That One? An advert in
the Hull Daily Mail resulted in loads of new
members, so we continued the Chameleon Players policy
of throwing them in at the deep end. Apart from Ailsa, most of our experienced members had
little more than walk-on parts. But as Frank and Helene
conducted their epistolary relationship by spouting
great reams of dialogue at the audience, the rest of the
characters were glorified extras anyway. Some were more
extra than others; Val had to wait the entire length of
the play to come on and make one short speech. |
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Director's
Commentary My feelings on this are still unprintable - what I think of
that twit-faced, backstabbing, bloated egomaniac (and
I’ve cleaned that up considerably). However, my thoughts on the cast are the same –
fantastic. Ailsa broke my heart every night and I still
get teary-eyed thinking about it. Looking back maybe I should have stood up for
myself and the cast and told Brian that he wasn’t
actually directing anything but that bloody fan he waved about
and then carried on without him – never mind it
all came out well in the end! Helen |
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Unquote I did love being in this one, although there
were some stressful rehearsals when certain cast members didn't turn up and
no-one knew where they were, and when the director (er, not you Helen) and
the cast..... how shall I put it?.... didn't see eye to eye. Learning
the monologues was a challenge, as was doing my best with an American accent Ailsa
I turned up to a few rehearsals to see Brain waving
his fan about, saying how bored he was with directing and
leaving all the actual directing to Helen. THEN, after the
performances had been so successful, he was swanning around
the dressing room talking about "his" actors and
"his" production. So, nice play, shame about the
prancing prima donna David
Good performances but very long play. Thumbs up to Helen and
the cast for hard work under severe pressure Sharon |
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