Performed at the Cellar Theatre for Sydney University Dramatic Society

1st - 11th August 2018

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A simultaneously hilarious and macabre reflection on all things existential.

“A pale sky before dawn, a man standing on his saddle to bang on the shutters - shout - what’s all the row about?! Clear off! - But then he called our names. You remember that - this man woke us up.

We were sent for.”

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are waiting in the wings of ‘Hamlet’. They don’t quite remember how they got here, who summoned them, or why they’re here. ‘Hamlet’ goes on around them, sometimes they are swept up and sometimes they are left behind. They talk about life, they ponder free will, they question the law of probability. They make it to the castle, are put on a boat headed to England. And they die.

‘Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead’ gives the two (very) minor characters from ‘Hamlet’ around 120 confusing minutes to live, ponder, and die. This play will make you wonder if perhaps you too are waiting in the wings of someone else’s ‘Hamlet’, and what, if anything, you can, or should, do about it.


 
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Cast & Crew

Guildenstern | Dani Maher
Rosencrantz | Max Peacock
The Player | Jasmine Cavanough
Hamlet | Fred Pryce
Claudius | Thomas Hanaee
Gertrude | Emilia McGrath
Polonius | Theo Murray
Ophelia | Phoebe Haylen
Horatio | Riley Dolahenty
Fortinbras | Ernst Nel
Alfred | Sophia Bryant

Director | Jess Zlotnick
Producer | Jodi Rabinowitz
Assistant Director | Georgia Britt
Set Designer | Camille Karski
Assistant Set Designer | Rebecca Howarth
Lighting Designer | Lincoln Gidney
Assistant Lighting Designer | Ciara O’Neill
Sound Designers | Georgia Condon & Henry Hulme
Assistant Costume Designer | Taylor Angelo
Graphic Designer | Elliot Ulm
Production Assistant | Jake Parker
Stage Manager | Charlie Breene
Photography by | Jake Starr

With special thanks to: The Forest Lodge Hotel, Griffin Theatre Company, the 2018 SUDS Executive

Director’s Note

Somewhere an audience shuffles in their seats. Somewhere an orchestra sits silently ready. Somewhere lights flood the floorboards of a stage bigger than any you have ever seen. Somewhere the most moving production of Hamlet ever staged is going on. 

This is not the show you are watching tonight.

Instead you get to watch two people stuck in place as the world moves around them, through them, with them. 

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This play is full of life, which is funny for a play that announces itself as about death from the first five words you hear about it. 

I am thankful to the crew who have worked tirelessly behind the scenes to construct a vision that I very poorly described in words and hand movements. Each and every one of them have put together elements of a show that are ambitious, exciting, and individual.

The cast have built a world that is intricate and exciting and I hope they know how joyful it is to watch them create, how often I have been struck with utter delight , and how excited I am for them to share this with you, and for anything and everything they ever do with themselves. Thank you for indulging my whims, demands, and tricks.

Finally I cannot say enough how grateful I am to my producer, Jodi. Her contribution goes beyond what words can capture. She has the uncanny ability to know what is needed before anyone else knows they need it. She is caring and kind and full of strength, and this show could not have happened without her. I love you Jodi, please rest now.

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This play has made me realise that I am a little bit messed up. It is funny at times, and sad a lot of the time, because sadness is funny and comedy is sad. I think a lot of us feel stuck in place as events crash on around us, like the world is the onstage whirlwind of Hamlet while we’re waiting in the wings for our time to come on and do something. I think we want to affect change but often struggle against pre-written forces that render us silent, forgotten, or dead.

I don’t want to turn this play into a bigger political statement than it is, but I hope that at least it draws you to get on stage and improvise a little bit, to push against what’s been written for you, and not to blame yourself too much for the things you cannot change about yourself.

Not every story is yours, but if you know that then you can start writing your own.

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Not so much a play as a well-oiled machine.