If you’re interested in the details, here they are:
Humber Comedy’s Ten-Minute Play Festival:
Wednesday, February 1st & Tuesday February 2nd 2012
Join us for a formidable festival of 10-minute plays written and performed by the second year students of Humber College’s Comedy Program!
This is a free event and we encourage anyone to attend! Friends, family, family-friends, co-workers, ex-lovers, craigslist randos, etc.
Invite whoever your heart desires!
THE PERFORMANCES:
First Night – Wed. Feb 1st – Curtain 7pm.
1. At The Gates – by Avery Edison
2. Facebook Is Ruining My Life – by Carolyn Nesling
3. The Talk – by Blake Finnie
4. PTA Games – by Jim Crone
5. The Adventures of Procrastination Man and his Sidekick Gentle Reminder Boy – by Andrew Barr
6. The Shaft – by Adam Parlette
INTERMISSION
7. All For Nothing – by Nola Cooks
8. Ballet For Beginners by Paige Turner (<—– I’m in this one, as a Russian ballet teacher. Awesome, right?)
9. Pre-Wedding Jitters by Steve Di Cecco
10. Tourist Season – by Kate Barberio
11. La Maison Bethune – by Brie Watson (<—- I wrote this one. All my Vimy peeps:it’s about a brothel in WW1 France, the male lead, you guessed it, a tunneller)
Second Night – Thurs. Feb 2nd – Curtain 7pm.
1. Romeo And Reality – by Archi Zuber
2. Fatherly Advice – by Rob Jodoin
3. The Decision – by Brandon Mohammed
4. Hypothetically Her – by Matt McAllister
5. Harlequin – by Rachel Moore
6. Team Work Works – by Sam MacDonnell
INTERMISSION
7. The Contract – by Kyle Woolven
8. The Train Ride – by Eli Terlson
9. Dog Wedding – by Ashley Moffatt (<—— I’m in this one too!)
10. Eric The Hapless Knight – by Charlie Shanbaum
11. For A Few Teeth More – by Jorge Viveros
Ladies and gentlemen, the founder of modern planking: Mr. Tom Green:
Every couple weeks at Humber, we have guests, people who have achieved a recognizable amount of success in the comedy industry, come speak to us about their experiences in the business.
Last week was no exception. What a treat to find out Tom Green would be taking a break from his stand-up tour to come talk to us Humber comedy geeks! #fun, right?
Breslin, Green & Clark Ltd.
Now let’s be honest, I’m not the #1 hugest Tom Green fan of all time. BUT, as a friend (and former girlfriend) to some pretty huge TG fans, it’s fair to say I’ve been following his career for a long time now, I guess since he had his show on MTV. I feel like one of the few people in the Humber crowd that remembered his marriage to Drew Barrymore and his battle with testicular cancer (two issues that were, to my surprise, NOT brought up in the Q&A!) In fact, I’d even met him before, in his hometown of Ottawa. He was doing a book-signing for Hollywood Causes Cancerat the Chapters on Rideau. I told him he had a nice suit. It was pinstriped. I should probably read that book.
ANYWAY. Let’s rewind. Tom Green, Mark Breslin pointed out, is one of the founders of shock humour, reality television (of the non-sociological-research-based-variety) & comedy-rap. He was so influential in Canada that Macleans once had to decide between featuring Tom Green or Jesus as a cover-story! (They went with Jesus, btw.)
He’s like the precursor to Ali G-type stuff in that he started subverting what TV is and going places TV hadn’t gone before. (Humping a dead-moose, WHAT?) Tom Green tapped into the American zeitgeist and started doing stuff that set the precedent for stuff like Jackass and a bunch of other crazy MTV stuff. And for what? Because he’d consciously taken note of the funny that comes from unsuspecting people’s reactions to bizarre situations.
Right? We love that shit! That’s one of the reasons shows like The Office are as funny as they are!
Sidenote: The main reason I’m writing this is so I can use words like subvert and zeitgeist.
Tom Green encountered some pretty significant difficulties seeing eye-to-eye with the higher ups in Hollywood, who didn’t really understand his vision. One of his bits of advice to us was to know where to draw the line between keeping your vision intact and handling the bureaucracy of the industry. (Presuming we ever get that opportunity. Fingers crossed)
Another was to separate yourself from the rest with your hard work.
Green admitted he never wanted to be a big-shot movie star, that he was given creative control of Freddy Got Fingered and that that’s why the movie is how it is. His ambition was to be a Letterman-style talk-show host, and now he interviews celebrities on his Internet TV channel at tomgreen.com.
He’s also returned to his roots, touring the world performing stand-up comedy. (Tom started doing stand-up at 15, performing at Yuk Yuk’s in Ottawa!) I probably should have gone to check out one of his sets, but I was performing one of my own last weekend and I wanted to make sure I was prepared for that.
(It went really well, btw.)
Another great experience with an influential comic, thanks to Humber College. (If this is the kind of stuff my tuition pays for, it’s totally worth it!)
Stay tuned, as one of my future posts will tell you the tale of the exclusive performance of Andy Kindler for us Humber kids at Comedy Bar!
For as much negative press Facebook, other social media and the Internet in general lately have been getting about “well, we’re basically spying on you”-type problems, as a budding comic, there really is no better tool to help keep your finger on the pulse of what’s going on around town.
For example, the other day, a fellow-comic and the first person who ever paid me to do a set, posted an event on Facebook that caught my eye: Goodmans Presents: Women in Comedy a panel discussion presented by the not-for-profit organization for women in screen-based media; WIFT.
Sidenote: The discussion was held at the head office of the National Film Board, which I thought was pretty dang neat.
Should I have taken photos of the panelists as well as the coolness of the NFB build-your-own-igloo display? Yes. Did I? No. I’m dumb. Maybe it was the complimentary wine, or the excitement of meeting female writers and filmmakers living out their dreams as artists and encouraging me to do the same, but for some reason, photography was not a priority.
Here’s what I think about some of the topics the panelists covered and how they are relevant on my end of the spectrum (starting out) all the way through to those who’ve made their living from it. Like her:
Female Role Model
The Drop-Off Rate:
The drop-off rate of women in comedy is huge. This was attributed to many factors identified in the panel – but mainly, other things getting in the way. Some of the gals discussed such life events as marriage and having kids. It seems fairly evident that if you’re a woman who wants to settle down and have a family, the life of a stand-up comedian, performing nightly in dingy bars, and eventually working your way up to touring the country and even the globe, doesn’t seem all that conducive to typical parenthood.
I feel there are probably some lady comics who quit because they feel they do not have a place within the thousands of rape, abortion and baby killing jokes you have to sit-through as an amateur.
The high-testosterone-charged environment also makes it tough as a lady, because you might have to deal with some not-so-well adjusted men behaving in such a way, speaking in such a way as to make things rather uncomfortable. *CERTAINLY NOT ALL male comedians are like this. Most aren’t! But the few who do tend to stand out and can make an environment rather uncomfortable for someone who just wants to get up and get some stage-time, not be propositioned, or judged according to looks, breast size, waist size, length of legs, length of skirt…you catch my drift. Hell, sometimes it only takes one creepster!
I guess what I’m trying to say in old fashiony terms is that these environments are sometimes (*insert old British man voice*) “No place for a young lady!” But listen, we want to be there, so make room and stop fucking around, guys. We’ve got shit to say too!
...and planes to fly!
The panelists touched on this a little when we discussed the success of Tina Fey and Melissa McMcCarthy. Both very successful ladies owning the scene right now for their work on TV and film. I won’t go into much detail about these women or the other famous and successful women the panelists identified as their “comedy idols” because everyone knows about how most of these people got to where they are as most of them have written, or are in the process of writing, bestselling autobiographies on the subject. So you can just read those, ok?
OK.
Another way to look at it, and one of the panelists did, is that there is often an unintentional exclusion among male and female comics because say, some men might not feel comfortable writing for women and vice versa. Men want to talk about what they know: guy stuff and same with girls. But there are a lot of girls out there who want to write both for men and women and basically cover the whole human condition. It becomes difficult to navigate when these boundaries exist, especially when people aren’t aware they’re putting them up.
Sometimes women do it to each other too. “Well, I cover the woman-quota for this troupe, so no more chicks allowed, k guys?” Girls are awesome at treating each other terribly out of whatever; competitiveness, jealousy, territoriality, you name it! This is something I’ve studied in sociological setting, but women are often terrible to each other; worse to each other than they are with men, hands down. It’s awful. In a perfect world, we’d all work together and everything would be peachy, but as it stands: “Kim’s a total slut, and rumour has it she fucked Sally’s ex, so you probably don’t want to put her on tonight’s bill, do you? I’m manipulative!”
Your Art
There was a strong overall sentiment of “Do it yourself and for yourself” among the panelists, stating that in this business, women must “work twice as hard and complain half as much”
*JUST TO CLARIFY, RE: The amount of complaining in this blog… just ignore it guys, OK? Can I get a job now?*
Here are a list of several tips to this regard I thought will be helpful for the budding lady comic:
Latch onto people who WANT to work;
Reach out to the community if you’re struggling. Lots of the gals have gone through what you’re going through and will be glad to help lift your spirits and encourage you to get back to it (sometimes with the help of a couple delicious pints, while they’re at it.)
Comparison is the WORST kind of self-harm
Perform AS MUCH as you can (if you want to be a performer… if you want to be a writer, substitute PERFORM with WRITE, if you want to do both, don’t sleep. Ever.)
Collaborate with like-minded people;
And don’t give up… because if you give up, the terrorists win.
I just found out the 10-minute play I wrote for my Comedy Script Writing course was selected to be put on in our 10-minute Play Festival happening on the 1st & 2nd of February. (Pretty sure this is a free one, folks! … js.)
(Note: Out-of-towners, this gives you plenty of time to book the nights off to get here and see the play. For those coming in from Ottawa, the 10 minutes of performance will totally be worth the 5+ hour (depending on traffic) drive to get to see it.)
But for reals here, I’m super happy my play was selected because I put a lot of work into that thing, writing it and re-writing it. Loving it, having it torn apart, hating it, then finding it at least tolerable enough to hand in.
I know it will be hard work to see all these plays come to life; lots of rehearsing, memorizing lines etc. But it’s going to be so much fun. Just like filming those parody sketches was tremendously fun!
I can’t wait to see my classmates transform into WW1 soldiers and French prostitutes. It’s going to be a blast!
With the launch of Facebook’s new Timeline and, as time, in the real, non-social-networky world goes on, I’m beginning to realize I have a bit of an obsession with time. Let’s add the word “time” in here one more time for good measure. Time.
I'm making it easier and easier for you to find out everything you need to know about your next victim.
I’ve never been the greatest at managing time. I used to sign up for many extra-curricular activities, (dance, piano lessons, army cadets, sports, improv, taxidermy, etc.) I was out so often that some of my fondest memories are of my parents and eventually my siblings rushing me from one place to the next. It was a regular occurrence for the driver to brake especially hard at red lights and stop signs when I was trying to put on my cadet dress uniform over top of my ballet tights in the back of the moving car.
In university, I became a bit better at managing assignments, but not until third year. I’d had enough of all-nighters because I worked. I needed to be (somewhat) conscious to up-sell popcorn to miserable suckers. I began to recognize patterns in the professors’ assignment-schedules, knowing I would be given a certain amount of time to write a certain amount of essays that were all going to be due within the same week so, I’d begin writing them well in advance. By fourth (and fifth) year, I had pretty much managed it. And if I still couldn’t finish on time, there was always bribery. Sexy, sexy bribery.
I finished school and moved to France and there, time sped up. It started to feel as though it was going so fast I was spinning. (Note: it might have been all that wine.)
When I came back state-side, (province-side?) I was obsessed with seeing people; staying in touch with friends I’d made in France and re-connecting with school and work friends – booking and often over-booking myself, throwing parties at which I would try to combine all of my social circles at once in an attempt to save time and thus, kill several birds with one party-stone.
Who spiked the punch?
It is impossible to combine everything in one. Comedy in Toronto is helping me to realize this. On any particular night, there are at least a dozen performances I can attend, either as a performer, or (more commonly) a spectator. I can’t see them all. I can’t do it all. And there are parties. And there are other meet-ups. And there are joke-jams.
Then, there are nights in.
Nights. In.
Sometimes they’re the simplest and the most meaningful.
I’ve been down a bit lately with regards to our sketch troupe falling apart. I had all these ideas for sketches. Even when I didn’t have any ideas, I knew that if there was a show coming, I could sit in front of my computer and come up with something funny for the show.
But now, without a sketch troupe with which to perform, I’ve decided to turn my sketch ideas into short stories. The first one I’m working on is Christmas-themed, which is good because there’s no way I’d be able to stage it on time before Christmas. Once we start school up again, people will have moved on from the whole Holiday thing. (Ah, How fleeting is our time?…)
I don’t know if the humour I wish to depict on stage via sketch performers will translate as well onto the page. Maybe it’ll be more difficult when it’s not possible to see the reactions on the actors’ faces.
Hopefully readers’ imaginations are still capable of visualizing such emotional responses in their minds…, if the piece is written well enough!
I intend to get loads of reading and writing done over the Holidays (doesn’t everybody?, ha!) to make up for the fact that I’ve been crazy busy over the past few months with year 2 o’ Clown College. I didn’t expect this year to be as challenging, mentally and emotionally (?) but alas, the first half is over and I now, I just need to make it out alive for four more months.
Four more months of gruesome competition: Who’s play is going to be put on? Who’s going to get to perform on the radio now that we have our new ties with XM? Who’s sketches and plays will make it into the end-of year show and finally, who will get a coveted sport in the Industry Show at the end of the year? That’s a lot of pressure, readers.
So again, I fully intend to take advantage of the next three weeks of vacation to recharge, because next semester is going to be insanely-nutso-busy-face!
We’re in the midst of rehearsing for two days of 3-camera shoots (a la SNL) of parody sketches we’ve written. We’re filming next week. I can’t wait to see my Star Trek sketch come to fruition on screen. I’m a bit nervous about playing a prostitute, primarily for the protection of my own self-esteem. Perhaps I should consider forgetting the concept of self-esteem entirely for the rest of my second year at Humber and just go with the flow, as qotsa would say. Perhaps I should give up eating.
I performed a stand-up set as a dog sweater in class. It went over terribly, although I still stand by my jokes. Particularly this one:
“I’m not saying you have to be dumb to buy a sweater for your dog, I’m just saying I’m sorry your barren.”
Another big development – the sketch troupe I’d been performing in, LaughDraft, dissolved this past week, for several reasons. It’s too bad because we actually experienced some modest success at our shows, ie: people came to them. We got ahead pretty quick in the game, what with our entry into this year’s Sketchfest – and we were starting to be asked to perform with other Toronto troupes around town, but I guess, ultimately, it was not meant to be.
I hope it doesn’t take too long before I find people to sketch with.
Oh November – getting dark at 4:30 does not do good things for one’s personal motivation or morale. Good thing I already put up my Christmas lights! #livingalonerules #imsimultaneouslylonely
I’ve been at school since 11:45am. It is currently just past 9pm and i am still here. This has been a long day and it’s not over yet. I have to go home and edit, edit, edit.