Okay – don’t over-think, don’t analyze, just leave a comment with the first thought or two that pop into your head when you hear the name of the play: Hedda Gabler!
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Okay – don’t over-think, don’t analyze, just leave a comment with the first thought or two that pop into your head when you hear the name of the play: Hedda Gabler!
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Tony Caselli 
German
Velvet
brown hair in a bun.
That’s what I think of.
Thanks Kate!
You too?
I’m stage managing it right now.
How’s it going?! I’m directing it as a Guest Director at Michigan State University!
I remember sitting in the theatre waiting for it to start. I was about 15 or 16 and no one had told me what it was about, but I kind of knew in that cultural osmosis way. The old couple in front of us were sharing a program and she was reading the director’s notes to him loudly.
“What would it take,” she boomed “to make Hedda a happy person?”
I turned to my mother and whispered “I don’t know, a soul?”
lonelydumptruck says “Salmon and lingonberry pancakes.”
Now I know what to put in my directors notes!! 🙂
Tell Lonelydumptruck “Thanks! Now I want pancakes!”
George Bird
Hee! What a guy!
Exactly my reply.
Hedda
Gut shot.
Re: Hedda
Ah yes, the demise of poor Lovborg…with a yucky, messy gunshot…
Hedda Lettuce–a tranny that was seen on project runway.
I’m not sure I can make that find it’s way into my production. *laughing* 🙂
Hysterical!
It’s one of the great zany door comedies. Zing-bam! Snappy one-liners, mistaken identity, a bit with a dog! Those Swedes! They’re a joke factory!
Bart
Re: Hysterical!
*laughing* See, now THAT’S how I should do it! Get Jack, Janet and Chrissy living in the house with Hedda, and Mr. Roper barging in all the time to ask if she’s pregnant!
Hedda
Burning Wallpaper-
I was a techie on a production of Hedda Gabler at the Riverwalk Theatre. In one performance, at the very end of the play, our excellent Hedda walked into the adjoining room, holding the pistol, pulling a drape closed behind her. Once out of sight of the audience, she pointed the gun away from her and fired the blank. But this time she wasn’t looking where she pointed the barrel, and it was almost touching the set wall. The flat was covered with very dry wallpaper which the flash from the blank immediately set fire to. Instead of the sound of her body falling to the carpeted floor, the audience heard a muffled gasp and pounding on the wall as she tried to put the fire out with her skirt. Another techie came to her aid and got the fire out just in time for our Jorgen to run in and pick her up off the floor. All of us backstage were a bit shaken. That’s not the way Hedda dies, in a blazing theater fire.
Re: Hedda
Oh my GOD! That’s a great theatre story, but a little horrifying! Thank goodness no one got hurt! I do, however, love the idea of the idea of the audience hearing the gunshot and then what sounds like Hedda flailing around in the library – there’s something sort of comically horrible about that! 🙂 Thanks for sharing, anonymous! 🙂
-That cold, evil stare of the lead actress when I saw it at the Boreshead
-Mrs. Frasier, my English teacher when we had to read it in class, and students getting very bored
-The maunscript
-A lady who really needs chocolate and chick-flick night with her friends…and maybe some booty
-Men with no ballz
Yep – that’s pretty much the play! 🙂 And you may be on to something… where ARE her friends in this play?!
P. George Bird