My earliest productions were as an undergraduate at Michigan State University. My very first was a one-act play by George Bernard Shaw, Augustus Does His Bit. I had an excellent student actor in the main role, and he ran with it. The female lead was less strong, but she was pressed hard to keep up. Ultimately I developed a “doting mother-spoiled child” relationship between them that worked well and served the play. The weakest thing about the production was the floor plan; I simply did not know enough about design to create one that served the production, and the actors were not experienced enough to compensate.
My first full-length production was Shelagh Delaney’s A Taste of Honey. It was a much more complex script, focusing on the relationship between a mother and daughter in sixties England. I didn’t know enough about female psychology, and I didn’t know enough about the new wave drama movement in England. It’s probably true that I didn’t understand the play entirely, and since the main job of the director is to communicate his or her understanding of the author’s intentions to the audience through the creation of an emotional subtext I couldn’t possibly have succeeded. While there was enough there for an audience to digest, in my mind at least A Taste of Honey was the least successful production I ever directed.
It never crossed my mind to stop directing after this bad experience, though; I simply changed my focus. Since I failed because I didn’t understand the play, I resolved to direct something I was absolutely certain I understood completely. I turned to an adaptation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I also assembled one of the best student casts that had been seen at Michigan State in many years. The main character, Professor Van Helsing, was played by a graduate student in acting. Dracula was played by the outstanding undergraduate actor who I had used the previous year in the Shaw play. The crazy, fly-eating Renfield was played by perhaps the best freshman actor from the previous year. The other roles were cast at open and highly competitive auditions. Because most of the cast members were involved in other productions, as was I, finding time to rehearse was awkward. We ended up rehearsing about five days a week from 11:00 p.m. to 1:30 a.m. for five weeks.
The set was also a quantum leap forward for me. I was able to design a dynamic floor plan with multiple levels, which no one had ever done before in the Studio Theatre where we performed. The lighting and special effects (a bat flying in through the window, and Dracula appearing unseen from behind a sofa) worked exceedingly well. We actually got some screams from the audience, and standing ovations, the first student production in recent memory to do so. Faculty and students alike acknowledged Dracula as the best student production, and perhaps even the best production overall, of the year.
Next I tackled an adaptation of The Pied Piper of Hamlin, which I helped to write. I was assisting in the teaching of the children’s theatre class which I had taken the year before, and part of my job was to direct this production. The cast was composed of members of the class; they also served as designers and crew. We used the Arena Theatre, with an audience bused in from local elementary schools. The main innovation of the production was the addition of an environmental theme to the story; the rats came in part because the city was dirty, and the Pied Piper taught the people to clean things up. We spent an interesting Saturday before we opened painting various pieces of trash to spread all over the floor. We played to over 600 kids aged 8-10, and they became actively involved. It was a great experience.
My first paid directing job came in summer stock, where I directed Edward Albee’s “Zoo Story,” a two-man theatre of the absurd piece. Both of my actors were paid, and I had a reasonable although brief rehearsal period. We performed in the round, and the only set piece was a bench. The play ends with the main character impaling himself on a knife he has forced the other character to hold, and there was not a sound in the audience for the last five minutes. It was thrilling to watch.
In graduate school I was paid for directing two productions, a touring children’s theatre production of an adaptation of Alice in Wonderland and a summer stock production of Never Too Late. For the children’s theatre production I was blessed with a highly qualified and experienced faculty member scene designer and by far the best costume designer I have ever had, a graduate student who was designing Alice as her MA thesis. She is currently a tenured associate professor of costume design at SUNY Brockport. The concept for the production was a company creating Wonderland for Alice, and we used changeable periaktoi for the scenery and a base costume plus oversized heads and hats as add-ons for the company members. I had original music composed and recorded, and was especially happy with the movement in the production. My commitment to children’s theatre was reinforced; there is no better feeling than making hundreds of kids happy.
In Never Too Late I was required to cast some actors who didn’t have much to do in the other six productions of the season. So I surrounded them with stronger people where I could and concentrated on coaching the weaker performers in their first major roles. We had only two weeks to rehearse, as is typical in summer stock, and although by absolute standards they were still weak I was delighted with the progress they made. The entire run was sold out, and the audience certainly enjoyed themselves.
I directed two productions at Ohio Northern University in my first full-time teaching job following the PhD, The Glass Menagerie and Twelfth Night. Again I had professional scene and costume designers, and both shows were lovely to look at. The actors were inexperienced and weak, but I taught three-term sequences in voice for the stage, stage movement, and acting, and by the time of Twelfth Night I had trained enough actors so that the production was more than competent. My Malvolio was also my costume designer, and his experience anchored the cast. I also used three actors from The Glass Menagerie the previous quarter, and they were able to help the rest of the cast adapt to my directorial style. Incidentally, I have recently reconnected with the woman who played Laura and Maria on Facebook (she is now 60, amazingly enough), and was delighted to learn she married The Gentleman Caller. My costume designer/Malvolio is still designing in the San Francisco area.
If I thought that the student actors at Ohio Northern University were weak, inexperienced, and untrained, however, imagine my surprise when I joined the faculty of Beaver College (now Arcadia University) in suburban Philadelphia. I was technically a member of the English Department, and I ran a theatre program all by myself. Fortunately I inherited a part-time scene designer/technical director from another college, so I wasn’t entirely alone. The situation was complicated by the twin facts that I was replacing a well-loved faculty member who had been denied tenure, and that the school was a former women’s college that had only recently begun admitting men. I had to find shows to direct that featured women primarily.
With this in mind, during the first year I directed Paul Zindel’s And Miss Reardon Drinks a Little. The production from my point of view was little better than a disaster; the set was horrible, the lighting very poor, and during rehearsals I did little more than bump heads with the actors. They resented me because I was not the previous faculty director, and I resented them because they would not work and expected to be told how well they were doing. They at least knew all their lines and didn’t fall off the stage, but that was about all I could say about the production. Amazingly enough, my supervisors were pleased. Alltheyexpectedfromatheatredirectorwastobeababysitter for some underachieving rich girls. I started applying for other teaching jobs.
First, though, I had to expand the acting pool. The best way to do this was to direct a musical. This is more complicated than it looks, since you have to coordinate music along with everything else. I found a music faculty member willing to help, though, and we agreed on Brecht/Weill’s The Threepenny Opera. At auditions, actor/singers came out of the woodwork, and I was able to cast the production fairly well. Unfortunately, the woman who played Jenny was one of the holdovers with a bad attitude and the young black man I cast as Tiger Brown only wanted to come to rehearsals when he felt like it. I threw him out of the cast and played the role myself. After that I got more cooperation. The production was only adequate, but it was the first musical ever done at the college and everyone was delighted. They say time heals all wounds, and in this case every year more and more of the leftovers left. I was able to do things my way, and attitudes were adjusted. The remaining productions I directed there were considerably improved. For example, during my second year there I did A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Harold Pinter’s Old Times, and a touring children’s theatre production entitled Golliwhoppers! For Midsummer I designed a removable thrust stage that could be reused, and it formed the basis for the set for Old Times when moved on stage, reversed, and raked. Midsummer got sustained laughter for about five minutes during the play-within-a-play when Thisbe poked out an orange that was serving as a falsie when he/she stabbed herself, and Old Times stirred discussion all over campus. I had arrived, but I still wanted to leave; I needed to stretch my wings with more experienced actors, better facilities, and most of all some talented colleagues.
During my last year in Philadelphia I did another musical (Jacques Brel) and a Neil Simon. I also had a couple of students who directed productions for their senior projects, the first time that had been done. Under my leadership we received a grant to update the lighting system with a new computerized dimmer board and a bunch of new instruments. I taught a course in stagecraft, including scenery and lighting, and designed sets and lights for Jacques Brel using the thrust stage we had built the previous year and the new light board. The students learned by example what could be achieved with such limited resources. The orchestra was onstage behind scrim, on which we rear- projected appropriate images for each song. While one of the men and one of the women were singing beyond their ranges, the show was really quite lovely.
Fortunately the next fall I left Beaver College for a new job at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. It was a relatively new campus (started in the fifties as a branch of Michigan State) without an academic theatre department. Instead they had a professional actor- training program without a degree, and what was called the Student Enterprise Theatre (SET), which produced in a barn on campus. The Department of Music produced musicals. There was also an LORT-C company on campus, which had no connection to the academic program at all. So there were four producing organizations, with no connection to academic theatre. They eliminated the actor-training program as too expensive, and hired me to create an academic program that would coordinate with the other producing organizations on campus. In this I partly succeeded and partly failed during the next seven years.
I started by organizing an academic theatre curriculum, and staffing it with existing faculty, an actor from the LORT theatre, the director of the SET, and a designer/TD that we hired the next year. That young man, incidentally, turned into an excellent director and went on to chair several departments. He is currently chair of theatre at Cal State LA. I directed one production per year, including Moliere’s The Miser; Peter Shaffer’s Equus; Zindel’s The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds; The Importance of Being Earnest; Romeo and Juliet; Beckett’s Waiting for Godot; and the musical Fiddler on the Roof. Along the way we formed a new Department of Theatre and Dance, which I chaired, and merged the SET into it. I paved the way for that by directing three joint productions, one of which was also jointly produced by the Department of Music.
The memories I have of these productions vary in intensity and content. For example, when I decided to do Equus I had an agreement with an English professor that he would play Dysart. Two days before auditions he informed me that he couldn’t do it and I had to choose between canceling the production, casting a student, or playing the role myself. I chose to cast a student, and he did as well as a twenty-year- old could playing one of the most complicated roles for a middle-aged man that was ever written (recall that Richard Burton played it on Broadway and in the film). But he just was not up to it. The production was interesting nonetheless, not least because the young actor who played Alan Strang walked in off the streets to audition and was wonderful. It turned out he had just finished his BFA in acting at an Iowa university and saw the audition announcement in the newspaper.
We also made unusual arrangements to rehearse the nude scene. I figured that it wouldn’t work to wait until dress rehearsal for the actors to get naked on stage, so I scheduled nude rehearsals for them starting as soon as they were off book. My wife graciously agreed to chaperone, since otherwise the 17-year-old daughter of a minister I had cast as the young girl would have been naked in a room full of men, two of whom were old enough to be her father. These rehearsals were closed, but by the time we got to tech rehearsals I insisted that they had to get used to strangers seeing them naked so I required the cast and crew to remain in the theatre during the nude scene. It worked well enough; by performance time they were quite comfortable.
One problem I anticipated turned out not to be a problem at all. It would have been entirely inappropriate for the young man to have an erection during the scene, and yet I was afraid that almost any young man would do exactly that when working with an attractive naked young woman. I forgot that there is exactly one group of young men—namely, gay young men—who would probably not have that problem. And my young actor, it turned out, was gay. Also, before each performance he disappeared into the shower alone, and nobody ever asked what he did in there. Needless to say, it never came up.
My production of Earnest was pretty routine for a college production, but I almost caused a controversy. At auditions I asked a young man to audition for the role of Lady Bracknell and he was brilliant, capturing exactly the dry humor that makes the role so memorable. I wanted to cast him, and I should have cast him, but in the end I bowed to conventional wisdom and cast a woman instead. To this day I feel I owe that young man an apology.
I did Romeo and Juliet the year after I participated in a National Endowment for the Humanities summer seminar in Shakespeare at the University of Iowa. A dozen of us from all over the country studied for eight weeks with Professor Miriam Gilbert, a leading Shakespeare in performance scholar. When I got back to campus I was bursting with ideas, and with R&J I got a chance to try them out. The production was seriously flawed because of the limited acting pool, but I was very pleased with my Romeo, Juliet, and Mercutio, all three of whom later became professional actors. I was very pleased that my Romeo had played one of the horses in Equus three years earlier; there is something to this idea of developing actors through training and experience. Something had gone right since my colleagues in the English Department acknowledged that the language was handled well. I don’t think even the Shakespeare professor realized, though, that I used the so-called Bad Quarto text (Q1) as the basis for my script, supplemented by lines from Q2 and F1, the First Folio. This version cut some 600 lines, and ended up indeed as “the two hours traffic of our stage.”
One of the stupidest things I have ever done as a director was to layer an additional level of ambiguity onto my production of Waiting for Godot. As if the play wasn’t complex enough already, I made it even more difficult for the audience to follow by casting Estragon and Lucky as women. I’m sure I had something in mind about the role of women in modern society, but whatever it was it failed utterly. And the production was not aided by the set. Instead of the bare stage with a tree specified by the playwright, I allowed the set designer to foist a series of interconnected platforms on me, including a couple of tubs filled with water. Naturally, since the water was there I had to use it. The actor was a good sport, getting drenched on stage every night, but I doubt if even he had any idea what was going on. I’m sure the audience didn’t. I had a good time, and the production was interesting, but it was neither an artistic nor a financial success.
During the final dress rehearsal for Fiddler, the inexperienced and frightened actor playing Lazar Wolf forgot his lines massively during his scene with Tevya. The entire joke about him wanting the daughter and Tevya thinking he wanted a cow was lost, and instead Tevya improvised something about wanting his daughter. It was very confusing, and quite funny in a weird sort of way. Unfortunately that is the version preserved on videotape and immortalized on DVD, so every few years when I review it I get to live the experience all over again. The actor’s wife, by the way, who was in the chorus, made sure it never happened during performance by drilling him in his lines daily after that. One of my favorite memories from that production is the bottle dance at the wedding, which was done straight without the fake hats and bottle often used. Incidentally, the woman I cast as Tzeitl was the same young woman who had played Tillie in Marigolds three years earlier. What goes around comes around, I guess.
The only coordination I ever achieved with the LORT company was taking my large Intro to Theatre classes (100+ students per semester) to productions there. They were very happy for the increased business, but it never occurred to any of them to come to any of our productions, or even to audition any of our students. I suspect that if I had stayed longer that might have changed, but I was ready to take the next step in my career. I became the Chair of a PhD and MFA-granting department at Southern Illinois University.
While in Carbondale I directed only five productions: The Member of the Wedding; Brigadoon; Amadeus; Life With Father; and Children of a Lesser God. We had no fewer than five faculty directors, and as Chair I had far too many other responsibilities to direct more frequently. After four years I started law school and never directed again. Nonetheless, these five productions included the three best I ever directed.
The Member of the Wedding featured the best cast I ever had from top to bottom, including the child actor. I had a total of seven graduate students in the production, including six MFA candidates and one PhD candidate. One of the women used the role as her MFA thesis. I think she thought she was playing the main character, but in my judgment the main character of the play is Berenice and not Frankie. Be that as it may, the audience loved the production and I loved directing it. It was a great pleasure to work with so many fine professionals in training. Six of those actors have gone on to satisfying careers, and the seventh became an educational administrator. May God have mercy on his soul.
That production contained my absolute favorite moment in any show I have directed. At the end of Act II Berenice sings a spiritual, with Frankie and John Henry joining in. I gave the actress her head to improvise as she saw fit, and she supplemented the song with lovely grace notes and additional lyrics. At the end she had both “children” on her lap in a rocking chair, and she stopped singing just before the end of the song. All the audience heard was the loud and off-key singing of the children, followed by the subdued Sadie stating, “Lord, you children have sharp bones.” The curtain followed immediately. I still get goose bumps when I watch that moment on video.
The following summer I directed Brigadoon in our semi-professional Summer Playhouse. We hired both undergraduate and graduate actor/singers, paid them moderately well, and gave them 6 semester hours of credit. At that time we did two musicals and two straight plays, and I decided to be the swing man and direct a musical one summer and a straight play the next. That way the other directors could also get somewhat broader experiences. We went to regional auditions in St. Louis and also held auditions on campus, and for the second year in a row we had serious trouble finding a baritone. I finally hired a 19-year-old from on campus for the leading male role in Brigadoon and he did well enough, but he got blown away by both the lead soprano he played opposite and the tenor. There was simply nothing to be done about it. My best experience with Brigadoon, though, was working with the professional staff. The choreographer was brilliant, the scene designer was from Czechoslovakia and a leading European scenographer, and the conductor, rehearsal pianist, and vocal coach were seasoned professionals. I was as happy as a pig in shit, and the production was well-received.
The next summer I was due to direct a straight play, and I picked one that had intrigued me for years: Peter Shaffer’s Amadeus. Everyone was worried because this wasn’t a farce, a murder mystery, or a Neil Simon, but I was convinced that our audience was willing to accept something more substantial. I knew I was ready for it. I was able to cast one of our MFA acting candidates (with whom I had worked previously in both The Member of the Wedding and Brigadoon) as Mozart and find a Salieri at regional auditions. The rest of the cast was filled out with other members of the company. We opened after two weeks of rehearsal and sold the place out. Our audience, and our actors, were indeed ready for something more substantial. I was pleased and proud. Incidentally, one of the undergraduates we hired from off campus (he played the Cook in Amadeus) was later a two-time Tony winner.
During the following summer I participated in another National Endowment for the Humanities summer seminar in Shakespeare, this time at Northwestern University with world-class scholar John Styan. Before leaving for eight weeks, though, I directed a run-of-the- mill production of Life With Father. Again a visiting actress blew away a local actor in the leading roles, but the overall level of performance was satisfactory. I was happy to use the same child actor I had previously worked with, plus the son of a professor and future Chair of the Department of Speech Communication. I left the day after opening night. That season our Summer Playhouse lost a significant amount of money, which was my responsibility even though I was out of town and there was an Acting Chair for the summer. I wanted to resign and the Dean wanted me to stay, and he and I finally agreed that I would serve one more year, make up the deficit, and then resign. That’s exactly what I did, although the rest of the Department never knew about our little tiff. Fortunately there was another qualified person to serve as Chair, even though the Department and the Dean had passed him over to hire me three years before.
That meant that the next summer I was scheduled to direct a musical, and we settled on The Sound of Music. I had little interest in it at that point, however, and fortunately for me one of the junior but very good directors in the Department (Liz Carlin) offered to direct it instead. I agreed to her proposal with alacrity, and instead of a tired old musical I had no interest in chose Children of a Lesser God for my last production. I suspect that the choreographer put her up to it, knowing I wasn’t interested in a musical, but I never questioned her motives. I went into casting and rehearsals in a highly enthusiastic mood.
The first problem was casting, and here again I lucked out. We had a woman undergraduate who was hearing but raised by deaf parents. Consequently she was a native speaker of ASL. Her audition blew me away; it was the role she was born to play. I was able to hire the wife of one of our PhD candidates as an ASL coach, and we were off and running. My scene designer (I had fired the Czech and replaced him with one of our PhD students who also had an MFA in design) came up with a beautiful thrust stage for me that put the action in the center of the audience, and he designed at my behest a set of “acting blocks” that could be reconfigured in a dozen different ways by the actors to change locations. All but two of the actors were our own students, and one of those two was an incoming faculty member. From the beginning it was a close-knit group, and it developed into the best ensemble cast I ever worked with.
This was the eighties, and we ran into a problem with the local deaf community. They were going to picket us because we cast hearing actors in deaf roles. I explained to the leadership what we were doing, and invited them to attend a rehearsal. Once they did, and saw the beauty and accuracy of the signing, they didn’t have a problem. I did suggest the use of simultaneous sign translation for the part of the show that was not signed, and they agreed it would be helpful for the deaf members of the audience. We were able to do this without much difficulty, even hiring translators suggested by the deaf community.
Children of a Lesser God was a moving experience for the audience, the cast, the crew, and, not least, me. I have never been happier with the selection of a script. To this day those emotions come back when I review the video. It was without question the most moving and best overall production I ever directed.
And that was just as well, since it turned out to be the last. I took a year off to find out what I wanted to be when I grew up, and decided that the answer was not a professor and director, despite having done just that for twenty years. Instead I went to law school and the rest, as they say, is history.
Since I retired four years ago I have begun acting again, and am pleasantly surprised every time it turns out to be a good experience. I think too much to be a good actor, which is in large part why I became a director instead. I have found, though, that I can set that all aside and rely on my skills, experience, and age. It has been 25 years since I last directed, although lately I have begun considering the possibility again. Whether it happens or not, though, I will always have my memories. I might not have admitted it at the time, but they are all good.