We are looking for:

We are open to both Czech or English speaking actors – the decision hasn’t been made on whether the film will be shot in English or Czech. Either way, we are looking for a Danish accent to whichever of the two languages is spoken. An English or Czech speaking Dane, Swede or Norwegian would be ideal.

There is no age limit. Nor is there any particular look we are searching for.

The part:

The role to be auditioned for is Kohl Larsson, a disaffected ex-power station worker who is appealing for asylum in the Czech Republic on Ecological grounds. Kohl is a man who likes his coal. He’s not happy about the changes that have taken place in his country over the last twenty years, wind turbines, solar power stations, passively heated housing and is seeking asylum in the Czech Republic, a country he sees as more in tune with his way of life.

Filming dates:

There will be three days of shooting, two in Denmark and one in the Czech Republic. We will be filming either in the week following the Easter weekend (6th – 11th April) -  or the following week (11-18th April).

Pay:

Unfortunately the funding available from the Danish government for this project is very small. All the crew will be working well below industry norms. We can offer 1,500 kc cash a day, plus a delayed payment of an extra 1,500 kc a day should we be successful in selling the film to a commercial television company in this country.

There’s a return flight to Copenhagen and two nights in a hotel there included in the film’s budget. If you’d like to fly out earlier or stay on after the shoot and have an extended stay, we’ve no problem with that (though we can’t cover the extra hotel nights).

The casting will take place at the offices of Duracfilm, Turnovská 365/5, Praha 8, on Monday March 15th. Please contact Pavlina Kalandrova, the producer, 724 328 583 or pavlina@duracfilm.cz to arrange a time for an audition and to receive copies of the texts to be read.

There are four shows and each night you are going to see all three finalist plays. Show lasts approximately two hours including an intermission. At the end of the show audience is asked to vote for their favorite play.

Shows take place in:

Divadlo Ponec (map)

Husitská 24a
130 00 Praha 3
222 543 449

Sun 21 Mar, 2010 @ 19:30
Wed 24 Mar, 2010 @ 19:30
Sat 27 Mar, 2010 @ 19:30
Tue 30 Mar, 2010 @ 18:30, award ceremony and closing party following

General admission for Mar 21-27 is 220 Kč, students and seniors 200 Kč.
General admission for Mar 30 is 280 Kč, students and seniors 250 Kč; price of the ticket includes drinks and buffet.

To learn more about the contest, finalist plays and participants go to www.playwritingcontest.cz

I’m Boris Wilke and member of the Prague Playhouse Meisner acting group. I blog about our class activities.

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Rambo was very boring, really; so was the Terminator. They might have blown up a lot of things. They might have acted tough. They were always in control. But they were quite predictable. Those two guys had thrown their inner child into the deepest dungeon inside of them and let it languish there.

I strongly believe that art is letting the inner child roam freely.

The Meisner technique itself is not art. But it might help you become an artist.

Some people mistake a Meisner exercise for a Rambo-like hurt-fest of lashing out and yelling at their partner, i.e. of being beastly and heartless. They’d rather hurt other people than get hurt by colliding with the truth. The truth only really hurts, if it differs from one’s preconceived notion of self. When the emperor was told he was naked, he must have felt horrible as well.

Other people remain stone-faced and start to bolt into themselves, I mean their stone-faced fortress, as soon as their counterpart displays any type of feeling other than stone-facedness itself. They switch to boring Terminator-like “I-couldn’t-care-less”-mode as soon as they are confronted with the consequences of being truthful and in the moment: a reaction on the part of their partner they have no control over.

An experience similar to the following one that an unwitting patient had with his truly awfully truthful doctor, might be, what these stone-faces loathe. It boils down to this:

Patient: “What was it, that you said about star-signs the last time I consulted you?”

Doctor: “I talked about cancer, mister! YOU got cancer!”

The stone-faces of this world rather risk getting cancer by suppressing the truth than to face it, I dare-say.

When the two partners in a Meisner exercise really are ready for the truth, they will react strongly to it, though. It might make them scream and fume with rage, like Rambo. Or their face will turn gray and stone-like for a moment, like the Terminator. But they will take the truth in rather than switch to boring “I-am-offended-now”-mode immediately or to dismiss it by making it bounce off of their stone-faced façade. The truth, if ingested fully, will rummage around your insides and hit something out of you so fast, you won’t be able to control it.

The inner child is very small and vulnerable. To allow it to roam free, as I mentioned in the beginning, is an act of faith: faith in your partner that he will be truthful rather than hurtful and faith in yourself that you will be able to take it when the truth hurts.

That’s all there is to the Meisner technique, really.

And that’s all I have to say today.

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General stuff:

Our acting class consists of some twelve new and not so new active members, who meet every Monday and Wednesday from 6.30 pm to about 9.30 at the Prague Film School. We do Meisner. And the Meisner-technique really rocks!

If you want to connect with your inmost feelings, expressing them freely in an acting environment and thus getting to know yourself better and better, feel free to join us! If you do, be prepared for some serious thrills!

There will be no class from the second week of February on until the end of the month. It will resume in March!

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About the author:

I am Boris Wilke, a German expat in Prague.

I am a writer at large and have been studying Meisner since January 2008. If any of you know of any kind of acting work that befits a laddish, tall 41-year-old, please leave a note!

I’m Boris Wilke and member of the Prague Playhouse Meisner acting group. I blog about our class activities.

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This blog entry is closely related to my last one on keeping face. Brian has been telling us repeatedly to let go off control. The reaction to one’s respective partner should come “like hiccups”, involuntarily, instinctually.

Meisner’s main credo was “fuck polite”.

Politeness always gets in my way! Let’s say, the person in front of me smells from their mouth. See?! I’m being polite again! I wanted to say: If they stink from their mouth, I fail to tell them, for example. I suppress my instinct. Shame on me!

As an interesting note aside: “To stink from one’s mouth” is the direct, i.e. German, way to say it. The cowardly polite Anglos talk about “bad breath” or “mouth odor”. That sucks! In the English language there seem to be either euphemisms or four-letter-expletives. Where is the zone of truthful naming it, nailing it – so to speak – in between those two extremes?

“You have bad breath…” “I have bad breath?” “You have bad breath…” That’s as boring as a cold potato! Go get yourselves a life, people!

It is: “You reek from your mouth like a cow out of its ass!” Where is the fuck, the shit, the damn, the cunt, huh? None of that! And still, this is painfully truthful!

God! That gets me going!

Why are we like this?

I, for one, know that I am absolutely scared of total defeat. And total defeat is a possibility if one “drops one’s bowels onto the stage”. In the past people have been sneering at me, belittling me, pointing their finger at me laughing because of my openness. They called me naive, immature, nasty, weird. They deemed themselves superior and took it out on me by ignoring me, bad-mouthing me, excluding me, cursing me, even hitting me.

The worst thing was, when they let me feel like a weirdo.

I got to nurture my inferiority complexes big time.

I still knew, deep inside, that they sensed somehow I was giving them a gift: my true self. I gave them my heart. But instead of being happy and thankful about it, they dropped it on the floor and trampled on it, just because what was not to be, could not be. And love simply was not an option for them. So they destroyed it, even before it really reached them.

They made me feel like shit – asocial, useless, deranged, ugly, geeky, clumsy – even presumptuous!

Most of those fuckers, I would refuse to touch even with a ten-foot-pole. But they mistook my love for a fumbling pass.

And then I closed myself off. I kept my gob smack shut and pretended to play along. I smiled and went through the moves as well as I was able to. I started to hold back – and later ration – the love I had to give.

I know, some of you will react to my liberal and free – yes: liberated! – use of the word love by putting me down like this: “How dare he say he was loving! He thinks he’s better than us – what does he call us? – «fuckers»?”

But I am talking about my past. This hell started in kindergarten. If this applies to you – yes! – then shame on you for letting innocent, lovely people run into your ready and open knives – for subjecting them to social suicide, just because they were being bold enough – no! They simply dared – to be themselves!!! You let them suffer for their refusal to play by the rules of make believe and cheapskate charades that kids and certainly teenagers create around themselves to spread fear and misery. And all that, because you were even more scared of showing your true colors than we were.

Why?

I have been asking myself this so many times: What do people have to hide that they think they’d rather die than tell us? In class of late, we have been hearing stories like: “My step-mother laughed at my singing in public. I used to love singing. But I’ve hated my voice ever since and never sung out loud again!” or: “Just a few days after my arrival at our new home, my uncle and my father drove with me to a soccer field. And I was supposed to train with the local kids. They were playing in a way that reminded me of urban warfare – so tough! I was scared stiff and refused to get out of the car. But instead of understanding me, my elders were disappointed with me and made me feel like a total loser! They were actually ashamed of me and let me suffer for it, too!”

These stories are lovely in that they talk about true anguish and failure. They make the people who tell them human and amiable. All Tarantino-style bragadero bullshit you hear from so many people “in the business” is just so bloody lame. Yeah, Warren Beatty had sex with over 12,000 women – or was it inflatable dolls?

Who cares? Thinking about it: What do stories like this tell us about their creators? Why did they have to go to such extremes? How wretched must they be, really? Poor things!

True stories about what we feel deeply about – oftentimes it is shame and defeat – are harder to tell than those overblown success stories from the media. But the more of these truly intimate tales we hear the more we come to realize that what we thought was unique in us and dreadfully shameful, is commonplace among our peers. Even murder and incest are aspects of the human condition everybody has to deal with in some way.

Telling these stories is therapy without a therapist – self-healing, so to speak.

So what keeps us from letting go off control? It’s ancient events, the memories of which we buried deep inside, thinking if we ever unearth them we will die of embarrassment and/or shame.

How will we be able to “spill our guts”, as Brian calls it, though, if we get spooked by these ghosts from the distant past? They are just figments of our imagination, really. But they will keep on haunting us, if we don’t finally address them by dragging them out in the open and facing them in broad daylight. What seems like powerful wraiths while rummaging around in the bowels of our subconscious will turn out to be a puny puff of fog fading faster into the air and with way less smell than a real fart you let.

I have seen so many class members give in to self-generated fear. They refused to go back to class due to their reluctance to lift up their carpets and chase those pesky little ghosts from the past out. I am afraid that to this day they keep them roaming inside like gas moving up and down one’s intestines. A simple fart can give you a bad bout of colic, you know? I’m sure even the Queen of England has been told time and again by her doctors to rather create a stir among her subjects by breaking wind than keeping the little buggers inside.

And I think while it would be nice of us to expose our shit from the past to the scrutinizing light of day in class, we are free to use other ways to do it. Therapy is an option. But that takes time and money. Writing a journal about it is free and quite powerful – for the ones who can relate to that. Meditation is fine; so is yoga – even sport! Talking to one’s best friend can do the trick as well.

But done it must be! The sooner we realize that, the better off we are, i.e. the faster we can let ourselves go, the more truthful and in the moment we become. Remember: Meisner training is getting us prepared to act. And to me acting is the best thing in the world!

Yes, we can become instinctual. Yes, our reactions can leap out of us like a cough or a hiccup: wild, loud and ugly! That really is beautiful – and true!

We just have to let go off control.

So let’s do it! Just do it!

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General stuff:

Our acting class consists of some twelve new and not so new active members, who meet every Monday and Wednesday from 6.30 pm to about 9.30 at the Prague Film School. We do Meisner. And the Meisner-technique really rocks!

If you want to connect with your inmost feelings, expressing them freely in an acting environment and thus getting to know yourself better and better, feel free to join us! If you do, be prepared for some serious thrills!

There will be no class from the second week of February on until the end of the month. It will resume in March!

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About the author:

I am Boris Wilke, a German expat in Prague.

I am a writer at large and have been studying Meisner since January 2008. If any of you know of any kind of acting work that befits a laddish, tall 41-year-old, please leave a note!

We would like to invite any members or friends of the Playhouse theatre who are fans of Musical Theatre to be part of our special invited audience on the evening.

In Halleluiah Broadway, we harness the emotional power of the songs that have so inspired millions of theatre goers and gather them all together in one feast of entertainment. This show is high on emotion with a true spiritual connection at its heart. We have selected the most uplifting and powerful songs from the great Broadway musicals and they will be sung in Church, accompanied by a full Orchestra and Choir.

Halleluiah Broadway will feature star performances from three featured soloists – the amazing Rodrick Dixon, formerly of Three Mo Tenors, the powerful soprano from the Chicago Symphony Alfreda Burke, and the marvellous Irish Tenor Anthony Kearns.

We will also feature as a special guest one of Broadway’s leading ladies – Linda Eder.

If you, or any friends of the Playhouse would like to be part of this very special evening then we would love to hear from you by Wednesday January 27th.

Email your name, contact phone number and the number of tickets you would like to: tickets@mindthegapfilms.com

Audience tickets are free of charge but strictly limited. If you apply and are successful, you will be contacted by a member of the production team with further details.

Please forward this to anyone you think might be interested and don’t hesitate to get in touch with me if you would like any further information!

I’m Boris Wilke and member of the Prague Playhouse Meisner acting group. I blog about our class activities.

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Wow! 2010 is still a baby. But so much has happened already. Class, for one, has started with a couple of surprises: Members who I thought would certainly stay left and others joined us.

I’d like to wish everyone who cares to read this a happy new year full of pleasant surprises!

A friend of mine really had the mendacity to ask me: “Why surprises?”

Well, gurl! Get this: Life is change. And change lacks predictability, you fool! Period!

If you live a life where everything is predictable, you’re stuck. And that equals death, really.

Last Monday our two new class members had their first moments of truth in the wondrous ways of the Meisner technique. Brian stopped them both short early in their exercises and asked them about why they failed to connect with their respective partners.

One was held up with listening to his own voice, which he hates. The other felt it hard to concentrate and squirmed because he wanted very badly to know what would come next. Both preferred to stay in the realm of the predictable instead of letting go of control in order to experience a surprise, be it lovely or scary, tearful or filled with laughter.

Both looked constipated and stressed, had blushed blotched cheeks and sad eyes. They looked surprisingly unremarkable, like most folks you can see every day in the trams and subways of Prague. They remained on the dead side of things – stuck, grey and wretched.

They kept face.

Click on the “CLASSES” button above and then choose “ACTING FOR PROFESSIONALS” to read more about the class itself and where we meet!

Click on “(more…)” below to read more about keeping face.

Coming to class I saw a girl in high heels stumble on a sidewalk near St. Vencelslav Square. A vast amount of snow rushed down from a roof above and missed her by a mere 20 cm, when it hit the ground with a muffled thud. The woman failed to even turn around. She fought off the pleasant surprise of having missed being turned into a walking snowman by a split-second when this very pleasant surprise knocked on her front door with a jackhammer. She failed to let in this magical instant that a less-dead person would have spent leaping, whooping and yelping out with wide eyes and genuine laughter of gladness. This walking corpse wasted the moment.

She kept face.

Now Brian is constantly telling us that class is a sacred space where we must lay down every armour that protects us against the avalanches of every day life in order to grow. Keeping face there is anathema.

But we keep on keeping face. Why?

Mark Wakeling said during his seminar in December that doing Meisner is an act of love. Love, in my view, is part of the universe. It’s there. We can use it or leave it. We can expand in it or ignore it. Like space it has three dimensions. While space is formed by width, length and breadth, love consists of trust, truth and freedom.

We Meisner students need to become friends in order to develop the trust needed to switch off all defense mechanisms. We also have to trust ourselves when we decide it is OK to trust the other class members.

We need to see each other more often for rehearsals outside of class, so we get to know one another better. Knowledge and truth are two aspects of the same thing. And truth is one of the things we’re after when doing Meisner.

And we need to grant each other the freedom to be who we really are. Freedom is another ingredient of the Meisner technique, namely the freedom to let go of control.

I must admit that I have my qualms about certain members of class. I am afraid of them. I fail to trust them enough. I find them hostile or bland. And I feel it’s reciprocal.

All that has to go!

How else can we really develop the skills needed to live truthfully in the moment under imaginary circumstances, Meisner’s axiom of his technique?

I wish this year to be truly magical in that it will let us Meisner students witness a real conversion from slinking actor-wanna-bees with furtive eyes and the word fear written on our foreheads to fully self-accepting, loving Meisner Meisters with a spring in our step and courage and openness written all over us in giant letters that make us stand out from the grey face-keeping masses.

Keeping face is for losers.

Expanding in trust, truth and freedom, the three dimensions of love, will make us truly remarkable.

And being truly remarkable is what makes us successful actors.

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General stuff:

Our acting class consists of some twelve new and not so new active members, who meet every Monday and Wednesday from 6.30 pm to about 9.30 at the Prague Film School. We do Meisner. And the Meisner-technique really rocks!

If you want to connect with your inmost feelings, expressing them freely in an acting environment and thus getting to know yourself better and better, feel free to join us! If you do, be prepared for some serious thrills!

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About the author:

I am Boris Wilke, a German expat in Prague.

I am a writer at large and have been studying Meisner since January 2008. If any of you know of any kind of acting work that befits a laddish, tall 40-year-old, please leave a note!

The director Jeff Beck, the cast (Mark Bowen, R. Scott Williams, Andrea Bulisova and Frank Martinez), and all of the production staff are going all out for this dark comedy about two brothers who must work out who and what they are to themselves and each other. Past Playhouse productions have sold out quickly, so don’t hesitate to buy tickets now!

Since Mark Wakeling from the Actor’s Temple in London came to do a workshop with the class in November, we have considerably deepened and strengthened our sense of truth. The approach is much more of a therapeutic approach to looking at why we block our feelings about things. It is a real eye opener to see people who you think you know start to reveal who they really are underneath all of the pressure and expectations that society puts on them. It has really inspired the class to learn more about themselves and by watching other class members go through the process, develop a real sense of humanity: we are all human underneath, no matter what we look like!

The take away for new students is that this class has become much more serious about the craft. It is not a place for hobbyists any more. I am considering starting classes that are more for casual actors as well as classes for people who are not confident with their English. If you’re interested in one of these classes, please write to me at brian@pragueplayhouse.com.

I’m Boris Wilke and member of the Prague Playhouse Meisner acting group. I blog about our class activities.

This entry is about the paradigm shift that is happening right now with our take on the Meisner technique and how that is leaving us dazed and confused at the moment.

Click on the “CLASSES” button above and then choose “ACTING FOR PROFESSIONALS” to read more about the class itself and where we meet!

The weekend seminar with god-like Marc Wakeling from the “Actor’s Temple” in London shed so much light on us mere acting mortals that we are left blinded and dumb-struck. How are we ever going to live up to this high a standard?

What seemed truthful and in the moment only a week ago, now seems utterly fake and stuck in past experiences or future expectations.

All of us, Brian included, are limping along like war veterans. And I glimpsed a fellow acting pal, when they jotted down the note: “Lies! All lies!

What the fu*k happened?

I am as confused as everyone. And we just learned six days ago that confusion is a filter which we put between us and the awful, painful or embarrassing truth. We are so used to hiding that truth from others and even from ourselves that we are mostly ignorant of it and stumble into it like one might hit a wall or a lamp-post in the pitch dark.

So we were busy avoiding the truth when resuming class on Monday and Wednesday – of course!

We had yelling fits that locked us into ourselves. We called imaginary behavior that made us feel alien to ourselves. We kept certain calls to ourselves because we didn’t know which ones are still OK and which have become “no-no’s”.

Being in this and watching it made me feel awkward, sad, blocked. I fell asleep once. Well, I was a fly in a jar of black molasses – drowning in sticky goo – in the middle of class! Another time I had a knot in my throat, the size of a brick. Then I there was anger building up in me like in a pressure cooker.

I felt awful.

It almost made me miss what happened: One class member admitted to loving another. One member called him/herself an asshole and meant it. He/she then went on about his/her former live as a crook. One shared their fear of being considered homosexual if they opened up completely. And there were only four people, who exercised in these past two classes at all. Things this intense have never been addressed before!

So despite the feeling of being lost, this is a change so big, I dare call it a paradigm shift!

I talked to my brother about this, who is a counselor. He is trained to use, what he calls “the inner team”. When a conflict or a problem needs to be solved and people come to him for counsel, he asks them for the voices they hear in their head. Each distinct voice belongs to what he calls the “team players” within you. One might want to dash forward and attack the problem head-on. One would rather back-off. Yet another one might want to mediate between the other two. And a fourth “team player” might want to inform themselves further before doing anything. This has nothing to do with a split personality or bipolarity. If you pay attention to yourself you can hear these different voices, too, when solving a problem.

My brother’s work is to help the person align their various “team players”, so they start to cooperate and really act as a team. The different voices are assigned different tasks. And this creates the synergy needed to go ahead and solve the problem. As my brother told me this, I was just wondering what that might have to do with our quandary, when he said something that utterly amazed me:

“I think a good actor has the ability to give a large number of these ‘team players’ free reign and to purify them. That enables the actor to have this amazing range of possible behavior. People will admire them, because they ask themselves: ‘How can a single person be a pedophile serial killer in one movie and a loving caring father in the next, all totally convincingly?’”

“Wow! That is so true!”, I blurted out. Then it dawned on me what this means for us seemingly clueless Meisner folks out in the dark. It means we actually are on the right track.

Yes, we need to make a leap of faith to dare look at the suppressed feelings inside of us that trouble us so. But for that to happen, certain things have to grow first that hopefully the weekend seminar has sown: For one, we need to have more trust in our fellow class members. Who can “spill their guts”, as Marc Wakeling called it, if they are afraid other class members might use the info against them later on? This building of trust needs time. Everyone has to show, they really dedicate themselves to this work now completely so that we start to form a community of true equals, of acting peers – more so! – of acting friends. Wakeling said this work is a true sign of love: In its pure form it means to accept your partner fully and unconditionally. And that is the definition of love. But to achieve that the sneers at anything that appears to be homosexual have to vanish along with the silly urge to compete. If this seems to be all “guy’s stuff” then listen up girls! You need to stop being so fu*king polite!

Brian said at one point to one of the above mentioned people during their exercise: “So you might appear queer. Is that a bad thing?” There came a halting, muffled “no”. Fine! But only when that “no” becomes a “NO!!!” and comes straight from the heart will we know the paradigm shift has actually passed over from wishful thinking into reality.

Then we can start to help build the “team players” in our respective partner by letting him or her try out those “players” freely without prejudice or pride on our part.

This prospect is worth all our painful bumping into hidden blocked feelings that we are experiencing now. And as with all things that are hard to do: Once we overcome them, the going will be so smooth.

We will be awesomely smug (and deliriously happy) with the knowledge that we actually made it through the dark!

I am loving it – even now!

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General stuff:

Our acting class consists of some fifteen new and not so new active members, who meet every Monday and Wednesday from 6.30 pm to about 8.30. We do Meisner. And the Meisner-technique really rocks!

If you want to connect with your inmost feelings, expressing them freely in an acting environment and thus getting to know yourself better and better, feel free to join us! If you do, be prepared for some serious thrills!

Beware! This quarter will close on Monday, December 7th 2009. The new quarter will resume either on the first or second Monday in the new year of 2010. Brian will keep you informed!

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About the author:

I am Boris Wilke, a German expat in Prague.

I am a writer at large and have been studying Meisner since January 2008. If any of you know of any kind of acting work that befits a laddish, tall 40-year-old, please leave a note!