Yesterday was magical. Going to the theatre has become a part of me now that I have finally realized the wonderful, incredible things that I FREAKING MISSED OUT on the two years that I've been here. I don't know what took me so long and I'd better not start wondering that now or I'll get all depressed and stuff.
Anyway, while I was writing this journal, I was also booking my next trip to a theatre. Guess which was the word that drove me to heading to this seedy neighborhood on a Sunday evening in two weeks' time? Shakespeare.
It's a very physical version of The Tempest, with dancing, and with something very interesting: they are wearing and using recycled materials. I watched the trailer and it looked quite interesting. Did you know that the price of some of the plays you can go to here cost around 9 dollars? The beauty of Buenos Aires!
The Globe was freeThe picture above though. That was for free. I took it yesterday, when I went for the third time to watch Richard III in this replica of the Globe made with scaffolds to recreate the way Shakespeare used to present his plays in XVI-century England. It is really a magnificent experience for someone who, deprived of the possibility of visiting London (very expensive, plus Colombians need to get a special approval to travel there. Bollocks.), can get this unique chance to kind of get the idea of what it feels like to be in the actual Globe replica in the South Bank.
I went there for the third time and it was actually even more enjoyable, because I was already very familiar with the scenes, the acting, and the plot. Plus, I was at the back, and I could get a sense of how the audience reacted, their facial expressions, and their interaction with the actors.
It was really beautiful, because I wasn't part of the audience anymore, but I felt differently. I could really get to a point of analyzing how the whole climate is created between the actors and the spectators, I can imagine what goes through their minds when they hear every word, when they see what happens, when they hear a joke, etc.
Then, the confirmationThen, something wonderful happened. I went for a third time because I was going to participate in the interview/chat session after the play. Some of the actors stayed and talked to us about playing in this stage, and about Richard III itself. But someone else was with them. It was an 80-year-old man who has been a very influential person in the cultural and theatrical community in Argentina. And he said something that was a discovery to me.
He started talking -almost to himself- about the difference between the Elizabethan-style theatres vs. the proscenium or Italian-style theatres, and said something like: "there's a mystery that I haven't been able to solve and is: how your life and the actor's life becomes one when you are in a theatre. The actor is there, and you are there. You are breathing the same air, living the same moment, and when it all ends you will leave with a part of me, and I will leave with a part of you"... and he went on reflecting on this, and just reminded me of the wonderful feeling, mysticism, and sensitive experience that theatre creates.
All of this is helping me build the road I want to tread on, and I cannot be more thankful.