A new, 100 minute, modern adaptation of the classic Shakespeare tragedy, with both “virtual” and “live” rehearsals, produced by exciting new company Jo Emery Productions.
Director: Jo Emery
Casting details: 12 actors in total with possible gender- and color-blind casting.
Initial auditions to be recorded on self-tapes and sent via email to Jo Emery by Sunday 1st November.
The audition pieces are attached below.
Recalls being held via Zoom calls, on Sunday 8th and Sunday 15th November from 2 pm – 4 pm. This will consist of a read-through of the whole play (100 minutes).
Successful applicants will be notified the week commencing 16th November.
NB – All actors should have a good understanding of and facility for Shakespearean verse and text and have good transport access to Watford.
PRODUCTION DATES AND LOCATION
March 30th, 31st, April 1st, 2nd, 3rd (plus Saturday matinee) 2021 – at the Pump House Theatre, Watford. 5 Local Board Road, Watford, WD17 2JP, Tel: 01923 241362.
NB – Possible further dates in May / June 2021
Initial rehearsals will start W/C January 11th, 2021, with 1-2 rehearsals per week to be held on Zoom, moving to live blocking rehearsals from February 8th 2021, at the Pump House Theatre, Watford.
After a long, successful career, the aging Lear is dividing up his Property Development business empire between his three daughters. The onset of dementia has made his behavior erratic and dangerous. His rash decision to give up all his power has devastating and fatal consequences for him, his family, and Board Members. A modern-day, 100-minute version of the classic Shakespearean tragedy, with reference to mental health, homelessness, and knife crime.
Playing age – over 60. Any ethnicity
The CEO of his successful Property Development business, Lear is showing signs of the onset of dementia and decides to hand over his empire without thinking of the consequences. He dies from grief at Cordelia’s death. One of the great tragic Shakespearean roles.
AUDITION PIECES FOR SELF TAPE
“O, reason not the need: our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man’s life’s as cheap as beast’s: thou art a lady;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear’st,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need,–
You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
If it be you that stir these daughters’ hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
And let not women’s weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man’s cheeks! No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall–I will do such things,–
What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
The terrors of the earth. You think I’ll weep
No, I’ll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Or ere I’ll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!”
“Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend to make this creature fruitful!
Into her womb convey sterility!
Dry up in her the organs of increase;
And from her derogate body never spring a babe to honour her!
If she must teem, create her child of spleen; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatured torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother’s pains and benefits to laughter and contempt;
that she may feel how sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
To have a thankless child!
What, fifty of my followers at a clap? Within a fortnight?”