Video Auditions for Horton Foote Monologues; Application Deadline of July 15; To Be Shot at UT Studios
Posted by Lauren Lane:
The shoot will probably move to the week before or 1st week of school.
Details & Sides:
CASTING CALL: “Horton Foote: The Road To Home.”
CATEGORY: Reality TV and Documentary
TAGS: paid, documentary, video submission
EXPIRES: July 15, 2018
COMPANY: The Road To Home Productions
ROLES: 8-10 males and females of all ages and ethnicities.
PRODUCTION DESCRIPTION:
We are casting for a documentary about the life and work of the award-winning Texas playwright and screenwriter Horton Foote. The project is called “Horton Foote: The Road To Home.” “We will be choosing 8 to 10 male and female actors of all ages and ethnicities to perform one to two minute monologues from Foote’s plays. Feel free to perform both attached monologues in the submissions!
REHEARSAL AND PRODUCTION DATES:
Actors will be chosen and notified no later than July 22, 2018. Production/filming dates will fall between July 30, 2018 and August 10, 2018. (This will probably move to after 8/12)
PRODUCTION LOCATION:
Filming will take place at a designated studio at the University of Texas in Austin, Texas.
(TEXAS State space is not as easy to book)
COMPENSATION AND UNION CONTRACT DETAILS:
Paid. The actors we chose to be filmedwill receive $100. Non Union. The final cut of the documentary will likely only include 5 or 6 performances, but anyone who is chosen to be filmed will receive the $100 fee.
KEY DETAILS:
Please send a video submission of one of the following monologues to Backstage or via WeTransfer to:
annerapp@earthlink.net
bbcreative@me.com
FEMALE MONOLOGUES
FROM “THE DEATH OF PAPA” – CHARACTER ELIZA
Isn’t it terrible? I could have told them, though. I woke up this morning with a heavy heart, this heart of lead, and I thought what is the matter you, woman? You’ve been saved. Your heart should be carefree. I come out of my house later than usual. Mr. Brother thought I was asleep, I guess, because he come out into the yard, calling “Liza…Liza… It’s time to get up. Liza…Liza…” I let him go on calling, because my heart was too heavy to answer. Too heavy to get out of the bed. Then Mrs. Vaughn come out and she called me and I answered and was awake, and I got out of bed and dressed and opened the door and I thought this is one day I hate to see and I was halfway across the yard when I looked up and I saw the two doves flyingaround in the air. Stay away from here, I said to myself, stay away from us. But before I could finish those words they both descended and lit on the roof there and I knew then. Death…I knew would be here at this house for somebody, sometime today. And it came at one-thirty in the afternoon on the corner in front of Mr. Jack Crawford’s filling station. Mr. Henry Vaughn, rich and powerful, is struck by the hand of death and lies dying on the sidewalk before any of his loved ones can get to him to say goodbye.
FROM “THE MIDNIGHT CALLER” – CHARACTER ALMA JEAN JORDAN
Oh well, I hope you’ve learned, Mrs. Crawford. Men and women don’t mix. There’s bound to be trouble when men move into the same house with women. I’ve been living in boardin’ houses for seventeen years and I never saw it to fail, once a man moves in trouble begins. I could have had him, you know. If I’d wanted him. He asked me out that first night, you remember. But I let him know that I had my mind on other things. Besides I didn’t think he was one bit attractive, did you? Well, they can call me an old maid if they want to. But I like my peace and quiet. I’ve seen the girls that get married. I wouldn’t trade places with a one of them. Not one. I can go where I please, do what I please, spend money like I please. Every friend I have that’s married envies me. It would take more than Mr. Ralph Johnston to make me give up my independence. I went with a boy once in high school. I almost married him, too. Then my mother took me aside and gave me a good talkin’ to. She let me knowhow hard she had to work. She said she had to work harder takin’ care of children and a house than five women at the court house. The next night when my friend came to call I wasn’t home.
MALE MONOLOGUES
FROM “THE HABITATION OF DRAGONS” – CHARACTER GEORGE TOLLIVER
One night when I couldn’t sleep, I rode out to Matagorda, to the Gulf, where Mama’s people came from, to that desolate place where their plantation house stood, where storms and hurricanes have whipped and torn and driven houses and men away, and all that’s left to show that they were ever there are a few brick chimneys and part of a crumbling foundation. No grass; no trees; no flowers. Just the sea and the wind and the sand. The gulf was quiet when I got there. There was a kind of primitive stillness about the place. It could have been a hundred years ago, or two hundred, and I, as my ancestor, seeing the Coast for the first time, as it had always been, except for the chimneys and the foundation, and the car, and me. And then I rode until I found the graves a mile from the house. Again, there were no flowers, no trees, but weeds, a jungle of weeds, Johnson grass and buffalo grass as high as my waist. And silence. A terrible silence. No one had been near those graves for years, Lonny. The tombstones had toppled over, broken; the graves themselves lost in their covering of weeds. I thought, “Here lies power – here lies ambition.” Let Leonard have them. Leonard gets his way about everything, doesn’t he? He always has. Ever since we were boys. He’s taken from us and used us. What do we have? I feel such bitterness, Lonny. Help me, I feel such bitterness.
FROM “THE PRISONER’S SONG” – CHARACTER MR. WRIGHT
When Mary Martha died I said to my wife, “Mama…they can take everything I have. My oil wells, my cotton, my cattle, if they will just give us back Mary Martha.” “Well, that’s not going to happen,” she said. “She is gone and nothing will bring her back. It’s the Lord’s will,” she said “Why is it the Lord’s will?” I asked. “That’s not for us to know as of this time,” she said. “Someday it will be revealed to us and we will understand.”… And I guess I will, someday. I don’t now, and that’s for sure. I mean, I didn’t ask for any of this good fortune, you know, that people say has come to me. Luck brought it to me. One day a man came up to me and said, “You have, we think, oil on your land. We want to drill and find out.” And I did. God knows I did. I went to bed one night a poor man and woke up the next morning a rich one. And I’ve prospered ever since. I don’t know how, I’m not shrewd, I don’t study over it, I don’t worry over it. I just prosper A man with three daughters came up to me the other day and said, “How come you are so rich and I hardly have a dime?” and I said, “How come you have three daughters and mine was taken away from me?” Well, that stopped him. “That’s something to think about,” he said.