Animal Farm

The room is boiling hot. How nice that we’ve been assigned the worst ventilated studio in all of Clifftown to spend three weeks in. Walking in the door after the first hour has passed is little different from hitting a wall. A dense, unbreathing wall. 

We’re two weeks into priority. This is our first – near – full length, proper play, which is the school’s way of preparing us for the year to come. In 3^rd year we will be doing little else than creating shows. Sure enough we had priority weeks last term as well working on “shows”. But these were short, not lasting over half an hour, and we were divided in groups. 

The school as hired in a director and her assistant, who are working with us. We are making the script ourselves, based on George Owell’s book, Animal Farm – which really is worth a read. It’s not very long either. 

It’s going to be dark and gritty, all the scenography made from pallets and tattered, big plastic sheets. We’ll be wearing boiling suits combined with masks – though the masks will be worn at one hand, rather than the head. Difficult to picture? Well, in real life it really works.