"The Rehearsal Game" at the Perroandaluz in Buenos Aires

    They look happy enough. The rehearsal is over. Click. Flash. Applause. The seven actrices arrived at the rehearsal, each with their gripes, complaints and varied levels of enthusiasm, all bent on putting the show together. But one thing is to rehearse alone, without spectators...something else when real people are staring at you, waiting for you to entertain them.

    "Hey look!" says an actrice. "There are spectators out there!" And so the show-rehearsal begins. "The Red Death, " by Edgar A. Poe, "Trouble at the Works" by Harold Pinter, "The Psychiartrist," by Peter Cook and Dudley Moore," and a very adapted and unique rendition of Jean Genet’s "The Maids." It was the first acting experience for most. Perhaps the experience allowed them to understand the theatrical axiom which affirms that an actor must always improvise, even when the play has been polished to the nth degree. Is that not valid for our own lives too? Don’t we need to constantly improvise and rethink our actions and our relationships so as to avoid becoming robots?