Artist of the month: Lotte Reiniger

For the coming month’s display on the wall – ARTIST OF THE MONTH – I am looking at my other inspiration – LOTTE REINIGER. She is a woman, I would like to emulate. Lotte Reiniger’s work has captivated me since the first time I came across it. She communicates so well with her puppets and her simple sketches. Her papers are delicate and she just uses a scissor and none of the advanced tools that we use today.

Lotte 1

Even before any of the Disney movies came about, Lotte’s work was seen in Europe, and was pure in its artistic expression. They were based on classical stories like Cinderella, The Adventures of Prince Achmed . Her workmanship was perfect and all her puppets were complicated, with dynamic movements.

Here are some of her movies

Play for Beginners: Cinderella

REVOLTING RHYMES: CINDERELLA

Based on Roald Dahl’s Cinderella

For Drama Beginners

Stage Clear. Music Comes on.

All stage hands and three narrators gather around the narrators as the story begins.

Narrator 1:                                                 I guess you think you know this story.

(All stage hands nod their heads.)

Narrator 2:                                       You don’t.

(All stage hands look towards the main actor)

(NARRATOR 3):                              The real one’s much more gory.

(All stage hands go… making gory faces)

Narrator 1:                                                The phoney one, the one you know,

Was cooked up years and years ago,

Narrator 2:                                                And made to sound all soft and sappy

NARRATOR 3:                                 Just to keep the children happy.

(All stage hands go..awwww, so cute, sigh!)

Narrator 1:                                                Mind you, they got the first bit right,

The bit where, in the dead of night,

Narrator 2:                                                The Ugly Sisters,

Ugly Sisters:                                    jewels and all,

Narrator 2:                                      Departed (Claps her hands) for the Palace Ball,

(Narrators become chariot)

NARRATOR 3:                                 While darling little Cinderella,

(Sitara Ramanna comes walking in with a red chair and Cindy  gets on top of it)

Was locked up in a slimy cellar,

Cindy :                                             (Sigh) This is sooo sad.

NARRATOR 3:                                 Little Cinderella

Was locked up in a slimy cellar

Narrator 1:                                      Where rats who wanted things to eat,

Began to nibble at her feet.

Cindy :                                             Shoo! Help! Let me out!

Narrator 2:                                                The magic fairy heard her shout!

NARRATOR 3:                                 Appearing in a blaze of light

He said,

Fairy God Father :                         My dear, Are you alright?

Cindy :                                             All right? Can’t you see?

I feel as rotten as rotten can be.

Narrator 1:                                      She beat her fist against the wall and shouted…

Cindy :                                             Get me to the palace Ball

Music:                                     Some Bee Gees number

Cindy :                                             There is a disco in the palace

THERE IS A DISCO AT THE PALACE!

The rest have gone and I am jalous!

I want a dress! I want a coach!

And earrings and a diamond brooch!

And silver slippers, two of those!

And lovely bedazzled clothes!

Done up like that I’ll guarantee

The handsome Prince will fall for me!

Narrator 2:                                                The Fairy said,

Fairy God Father :                         Hang on a tick.

NARRATOR 3:                                 He gave the magic wand a mighty flick                                                        And quickly, in no time at all,

Narrator 1:                                                Cindy was at the Palace Ball!

Music:                                               Waltz

Narrator 2:                                      It made the Ugly Sisters wince, to see her dancing with the Prince.

NARRATOR 3:                                 She held him very tight and pressed /herself against his manly chest.

Narrator 1:                                      The Prince himself was turned to pulp, All he could do was gasp and gulp.

Prince :                                            Wait a sec, let me catch a breath.. am seeing spots, am I close to death?

Narrator 2:                                                Then midnight struck.

Sound Effect:                                   Clock Striking 12

Narrator 2:                                                Cindy shouted,

Cindy :                                             Heck! I’ve got to run to save my neck!’

NARRATOR 3:                                 The Prince cried…

Prince :                                            No! Alas! Alack!

NARRATOR 3:                                 He grabbed her dress to hold her back.

As Cindy shouted,

Cindy :                                             Let me go!

Narrator 1:                                      The dress was ripped from head to toe.

She ran out in her underwear,

Narrator 2:                                                And lost one slipper on the stair.

The Prince was on it like a dart,

NARRATOR 3:                                 He pressed it to his pounding heart,

Prince :                                            The girl this slipper fits,

NARRATOR 3:                                 he cried,

Prince :                                            Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!

I’ll visit every house in town

Until I’ve tracked the maiden down!

NARRATOR 3:                                 Then rather carelessly, I fear,

He placed it on a crate of beer.

Narrator 1:                                                At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,

The one whose face was blotched with blisters

UGS1:                                               that means you (to UGS2)

UGS2:                                               no you…

Narrator 1:                                                It is not her or her.. but the both of you

(Actor brings a barrel – UGS1 and UGS2 go around like they are playing dog and the bone)                                              

Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,

Narrator 2:                                                And quickly flushed it down the loo.

Sound Effect:                                   Flush of the Loo

Then in its place she calmly put

The slipper from her own left foot.

UGS1:                                               Evil Laugh!

NARRATOR 3:                                 Next day, the Prince went charging down

To knock on all the doors in town.

Narrator 1:                                                In every house, the tension grew.

Who was the owner of the shoe?

Narrator 2:                                                Thousands of eager people came

To try it on, but all in Narrator 3in.

NARRATOR 3:                                 Now came the Ugly Sisters’ go.

One tried it on. The Prince screamed,

Prince :                                            No!

NARRATOR 3:                                 But the sister screamed,

UGS1:                                               Yes! It fits! Whoopee! – So now you’ve got to marry me!

Narrator 1:                                      The Prince went white from ear to ear.

He muttered,

Prince :                                            Let me out of here.

UGS1:                                               Oh no you don’t! You made a vow!

There’s no way you can back out now!

Prince :                                            Off with her head!

Narrator 2:                                                The Prince roared back.

They chopped it off with one big whack.

This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,

Prince :                                            She’s prettier without her head.’

NARRATOR 3:                                 Then up came Sister Number Two,

Who yelled,

UGS2:                                               Now I will try the shoe!

Prince :                                            Try this instead!

NARRATOR 3:                                 the Prince yelled back.

He swung his trusty sword and smack

Her head went crashing to the ground.

It bounced a bit and rolled around.

Narrator 1:                                                In the kitchen, peeling spuds,

Cinderella heard the thuds

Narrator 2:                                                Of bouncing heads upon the floor,

And poked her own head round the door.

Cindy :                                             What’s all the racket?

Narrator 2:                                                Cindy cried.

Prince :                                            Mind your own bizz,

Narrator 2:                                                the Prince replied.

Poor Cindy’s heart was torn to shreds.

Cindy :                                             My Prince!… He chops off heads!

How could I marry anyone

Who does that sort of thing for fun?

Narrator 1:                                                The Prince cried,

Cindy :                                             Who’s this dirty One??

Push her around, just for fun!

Narrator 1:                                                Just then, all in a blaze of light,

The Magic Fairy hove in sight,

And said swoosh and swish

Fairy God Father :                         Cindy! make a wish!

Wish anything and have no doubt

That I will make it come about!’

Cindy :                                             Oh kind Fairy,

This time I shall be more wary.

No more Princes, no more money.

I have had enough of people who act funny.

I’m wishing for a decent man.

Are they hard to find ? Do you think you can?’

Narrator 2:                                                Within a minute, Cinderella

(Talia appears)

Narrator 2:                                                Was married to a lovely feller,

A simple jam-maker by trade,

Who sold good home-made marmalade.

Their house was filled with smiles a    nd laughter

And they were happy ever after.

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Curtain Call