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At the time of this post, my final play for EN2271 has yet to be properly titled.
The last one. The big one. The 30-minute one. The thirty-page-play?!? My mind blanked when Mr Sulaiman said each page of our script roughly corresponds to a minute when acted out, which in retrospect is rather true.
I had expressed interest in writing something that dealt with issues more close to heart, like teenage death and how it cuts short of everything and affects the people around the deceased. The first revision was angsty and melodramatic. In colloquial terms, “emo”. Then I figured the plot was going nowhere even though the stage directions had all been planned out. In short, scrape that initial interest.
Some classmates mentioned going back to that initial submission that got them into this class, and hoping to tweak it to bring their point of view across. I kind of balked at idea of going back to my supernatural plot at first. But then it dawned upon me, “Why not?”.
For the lesson’s read, I had completed Act 1 which consisted of 4 Scenes. The plot… Drumroll please… is a whudunnit mystery. Been-there-many-times genre, yes but it’s not about doing something unique but doing something with your individual style in it. 1 death, 5 suspects and clues slowly dropped along the way as the 4 scenes played out. I haven’t quite figured out how all the clues fit into the plot or who the murderer is, save the gender is probably a “she”. Limited furniture as the set and plenty of movement around coupled with monologues.
The initial response was good. I didn’t put anyone off, I hope. Then I found myself criticising the play, saying I should try to bring forth some sort of individuality to each character like give them quirks. That surprised me. I never knew I could critiqued myself like that!
Looking forward to more plays by my fellow classmates for the upcoming lesson. I shall refrain from commenting on them till we’ve all found our footing in what we want to write.
