Even Better With a Creaky Bed
There is something slightly surreal about the staging of a sex scene.
"Okay, move your left hand there, and put the other under there to cushion a bit, now put your right foot over there"
Sort of like twister.
As the Skids said, "It makes you feel like a porn director". Or Mr. Skull Hana, "Like having sex for the first time but with ten people watching and all of them giving you tips on how to do it better."
We have a design run tonight which in the best of all worlds will send us off into the weekend jazzed, but with a clear sense of where we need to go.
On another note--does anyone have a definite answer on what size travel bottles of contact solution or other liquids I can take in a carry-on for a domestic flight?
posted by SAS @ 11:44 AM
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7 Comments:
3 ounces
I had to have a conversation about penis grabbing with one actor...seriously. I had to say: I need you to swing your hips, but not grab your...uh...part.
But now you have lost your official sex-staging virginity, and will hereafter feel 30 percent more comfortable when telling people how to do it onstage.
I was chuckling to my self yesterday evening thinking about the citymouse I knew directing sex scenes... and then I remembered our scene... "nobody can see us... except my mom. Hi mom."
JD--Wait. I am not picturing this. Was your mom there when we were doing the Lance/Gwen kissing scene? Please. Remind me. And I miss you. And I am terrible about being in touch. But I have to tell you about a show choir blast from the past encounter I had the other day. Weird.
It's actually 100ml, not 3 oz. The former is more.
And the theatre is definitely better and more plentiful and affordable here in Seattle.
Seriously SRM, why do you have to be such a dick?
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