Sailor Beware!

by Philip King & Falkland Cary

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Hull Film Theatre
June 25-27 1987

Emma Hornett is the Mother of all mother-in-laws and disapproves of sailors, which is unfortunate as her daughter is about to marry one.

Cast
Edie Hornett

Val Howell

Emma Hornett Jill Kennedy
Mrs Lack Pat Clappison
Henry Hornett Frank Pickering
Albert Tufnell AB Jonathan Pool
Carnoustie Bligh AB David Burton
Daphne Pink Liz Ratcliffe
Shirley Hornett Natalie Marcus
Rev. Oliver Purefoy Gordon Berry

Directed by Dave Barber
Hello sailor!
Carnoustie and Albert explore their sexuality

The Other Farce  Back to the wide open spaces of Hull Film Theatre: a stage with room to breathe! And wave your arms about - The Chameleon Players definition of great acting! We were originally going to do a play called Ladies In Iniquity about a group of housewives who supplement their income by fencing stolen goods, but four of the new members legged it, never to be seen again, and it was replaced by this popular old chestnut.

The Audience Won't Notice  On the opening night, during the dinner scene, one of the coloured gels came loose from the lighting rig and fluttered slowly down on to the stage like a wounded bat, corpsing half the cast.

Dave has his head in the script. The cast have their heads in their handsQuote, Unquote  I'd actually learnt all my lines for Ladies In Iniquity so it was a bit galling when we had to drop it. Dave Barber and I had performed Sailor Beware! before with the Chameleons long since defunct predecessors and, although it seemed like a good idea at the time, there was, in the end, something unsatisfying about revisiting a play I'd done before. Dave had originally been cast as Henry but, thinking he was too young to play Natalie's father(!), took it upon himself to cast Frank as his replacement. Which was where all the problems started.
Frank had also performed Sailor Beware! with the Chameleons long since defunct predecessors (see how cleverly I avoid naming them!) and had later appeared in a production of Gosforth's Fete that Yvonne had directed where, for reasons best known to himself, he had been as rude and uncooperative as possible. Understandably, Yvonne refused to have anything to do with him. So Dave took over the directing. Well, directing in the loosest sense of the word...
There was an atmosphere of despair at rehearsals and it was a relief to get it over and done with. The corpsing incident with the lighting gel just about sums this one up. The performances lacked lustre and the cast lacked discipline. My straight-faced Carnoustie was just about adequate. Quite possibly the feeblest production we’ve ever mounted. Even the photographs are crap
David

Was I In That One?  Still one cast member short, we had to borrow Pat from St John Patruska Players to help us out. Jonathan strutted his funky stuff just this once before disappearing. Frank, perhaps realising that his presence was causing friction, wisely decided to bow out.

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