Orson Welles as Brutus in his 1937 production of "Julius Caesar" |
“When they spoke to Orson about them, he was amazed and
indignant,” recalled Welles’ theatrical partner John Houseman. “Were they not
actors? And were not traps among the oldest and most consecrated devices of the
stage? They must stop being amateurish and craven; they must get used to the
presence of these traps and learn to use them like professionals.”
At the dress rehearsal of the assassination scene, everybody
was ready but Brutus — Welles himself.
“He was found five minutes later, still unconscious in the
dark at the foot of the stairs after falling cleanly through an open trap and
dropping 15 feet before striking the basement floor with his chin,” Houseman
noted dryly.
Funny. All that Shakespeare, and Welles never absorbed the
meaning of the term “hubris.” I think John Houseman’s volumes of memoirs, in recounting
his half-happenstance career, manage to do as good a job as I’ve seen of
evoking the adventure of theatrical production — the meshing and conflicting
personalities, the late-night bonding, the technical challenges, the economic
uncertainties, the creative dead ends, the mysteries of inspiration, the
unexpected triumphs, the passion, the romantic ephemerality of each production
as the applause surges, echoes and then dies.
Source: “Run-Through” by
John Houseman
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