Wronksj plays Hamlet. Jo has had enough of the life theater. What became of Uli, I do not know.
In the mornings they climb the stairs to the court theater on rotten sofa beds and warm up with a ball game. The one, who gets the ball thrown at his head by someone else, drives around and calls the perpetrator as soon as possible (also) to the head: “Whipped cream! Mouse hunter! Bottle necks! parking spot!” It's amazing by the way, the wealth of associations that such a human physiognomy has to offer.
Then it's time to play Chekhov's “Uncle Vanya.”
“It's September already. Somehow we'll be spending the winter here!“, breathes Jo in the role of the bored housekeeper Jelena Andrejewna, before the simple, but spirited Sonja, played by Silke, with a painless scream: “I've loved him for six years now!”, goes knee soft to the ground. No question, Silke fills the room with her massive body. There is something unrestrained about her game and she herself has talent, the longer you watch her. With Jo, it's the other way around. It means up to and including the third speaking session, the role of the unapproachable Kaprize Jelena Andrewjewna is written on her body, and you, Already, most likely a natural talent, suddenly this talent disappears. Not, that it is less captivating, but the viewer suddenly discovers moody dodges, strange sprinkles of the Grotseke in her expression. He will not make up his mind, is that now played extra badly, or does the truth come into play here, namely, that Jo is simply a lousy actress.
Does Jo really want to be an actress, she is not entirely sure of that. She actually loves it more, Filigree facial expressions motionless and wordless in the standing mode. Seen this way, it was her first and last acting exam, where she came on the waiting list as number five, quite a surprise success. And, why not just practice the craft a little, she thought in the meantime, while she is now, lightly concludes: Acting since just not a question of routine, but the sacred mood! Of divine chance!
By the way, Uli sees it completely differently, who plays in Chekhov's play Doctor Astrow, a, of the three main male characters, all of which one imagines as a pipe-smoking gallant with white beards and a penchant for good-naturedness. Uli speaks the Astrow in a perfect tone and at the same time a trace, how should you say it, too popular. As soon as he opens his mouth, wrinkles his forehead, and one wonders, why you can't enjoy this flawless Astrow. An actor and friend once advised Uli, instead of with a fist, Hoffmannsthal or Ibsen, auditioning with a teddy bear. Uli did, as he was told, put the teddy bear at the Ernst Busch School in front of him on the stage floor, fixed him and tore him to shreds. That had been an impressive performance and Uli's forty-seventh acting test overall.
The acting profession is serious business, and actors, who believe of themselves, Having to become an actor, taste it, whatever it may, there is a certain tragedy surrounding it. Seen in this way, it is no different, as if a gamekeeper banker, a clerk therapist, a journalist poet, an athlete movie star, a movie star wants to become president, and at the end this president is an actor again. Everyone is an actor!
After class, Uli and Jo still wander aimlessly through the streets for a while. Uli, which is still completely caught in individual text passages by Astrow, throws himself wildly declaiming into the canapés, one of which cuts off his path at least every five meters. The Prenzlauer Berg with its ramshackle old furniture is apparently by mutual agreement a time before the turn on the street, that he no longer wants in his house. "You know, I am like Tucholsky,“Says Uli suddenly and grabs a handful of red cabbage from a kebab with his fang. “I go through the streets and brood. Always march in that direction, that I didn't want to take, is the only one, in which I cannot fail. ”Jo joins in, that Uli had a few broken geography, History- and mentioned policy studies. In her opinion, geography students certainly have no problem with their sense of direction. "You know, I am like Tucholsky,“Repeats Uli, and starts all at once, to laugh. At first he laughs pitifully, then louder, then suddenly swelling, then rhythmically, like an old-fashioned rattling alarm clock. "Could we please … could we please …”, rattles this alarm clock”, … have a little more credibility, a little less … hahaha … Traritrara, no art, Sorry …!” Uli's hysterical laugh immediately spreads to Jo, who exclaims enthusiastically: “Your laugh is ready for the stage!“
You are now sitting in front of a shabby sausage stall on two folding chairs in Schönhauserallee and Jo thinks about it, maybe she should tell Uli, that which is not so easy to say: that he might be missing something about acting. The jumping spark, the trendy star tail, the charisma. But you don't express your obsession to a madman! Jo knows that much too.
Meanwhile, a change is underway with Uli. Leaned far back in the folding chair, the star formations captivate him! Astrology is a field, that interests him immensely, just like politics. After he finished a bottle of beer, he clamps it between his eye and peers for a long time to the bottom. The Germans, that would ignore history, could well learn something from the American system of government, he begins. Is, for example, a German from the west, got the differences from the Etruscan, Roman or Byzantine art carefully observed and thus learned a lot about the cultural similarities. Besides, he loves the healing power of the cinchona tree. And if the acting doesn't work out, he started a business with cinchona trees, whose healing powers also benefit sick Germans.
If he doesn't feel like it, to improvise a scene from life once, for example the next day at the court theater warming up?, throws in Jo. Whipped cream Vanya always calls you bottle necks and he always calls parking lot, it makes sense, to get going through another warm-up scene. For example, they play outdoors next to a sausage stall, slightly Berlin-hazy sky, which from a man, who, in utter complacency, was sitting far back in a collapsible chair, be viewed in complete serenity. The scene is ambiguous and of medium tension and attractiveness, and the man let it all out, what was going through his head orally. Whether he relieved his soul or not, be not clear, as is the case with all scenes from life, that you can't quite make out of.
Uli, who hardly listened to Jo, is not very enthusiastic about your proposal, but then his mood collapses again. “But I have to be an actor! I am a born actor …”
An actor shouldn't be too good for anything, because it only gets in his own way. Count Vronsky also knows this much, an acting surprise bag and a punk, who, by the way, lives in a house, that has been photographed by thousands of tourists since the fall of the Wall. Henning called Astrow a fluffed rooster, and Uli describes himself as a passable candidate for the teaching post or the pulpit. Grave Wronksh, meanwhile, Ulis help in times of need, gives the male poultry masterfully on skidding tennis socks, he gets the attention for it, that an actor needs and wants, while Jo, whose focus is more on Uli, unfortunately doubles with laughter.
When a classic piece suddenly turns into a hilarious one, takes on insane form, depending on, this can also be a private discovery.
Henning calls Jo onto the stage with a stern tone.
“Jelena Andrejewna!” – “It's September already. Somehow we'll be spending the winter here … !” – “Once again! The!” – “It is now September …” – “Stop! That was nothing!” – “Well we have …” – “Already, where are you? Either you are playing too crazy! Or completely hollow!”
May be, that Henning's bad mood has something to do with being kicked out of the series Traumschiff. Silke would find that a shame, because Henning is handsome and resembles Sascha Hehn down to the last hair. Jo also vaguely remembers her drama teacher as the purest lock of lard. If she opens her little certificate from the court theater today, she is sometimes very proud of the words he immortalized there: ‘Ob Jo Braun zum Schauspielberuf Eignung hat, must be disputed. It certainly plays more of a state, as actions. But no matter how bad or how well she does something, one looks. This is a benefice, with which not everyone proliferates!”
(1998/2016)