Respect your character?
I seem to have a problem. I get cast in a role, large or small. I begin rehearsals full of excitement and trepidation. I learn the words and movements. And before long, I realise just how much of an idiot my character is. Once upon a time, I would defend my characters. I offered a sociological justification of Torvald Helmer’s actions in A Doll’s House, for instance, which absolved him of all blame for the play’s ending, and I even managed to find a motivation for most of the things that Roger got up to in Grease. But no longer. I simply can not remain blind to my characters’ shortcomings…
The Singing Librarian Talks 