Ten Little Indians

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The play is set on an island mansion in the 1940s.  The Director, Gregory Magyar, wanted to create a film noir look. I co-designed this project with Brian Fletcher.  We worked in detail the angles and placement of instruments. Then we tested several color combinations  before settling on using only cool blues and color correction to attempt to obtain the monochromatic film noir look. 
The Director added a reading of the poem "Ten Little Indians" to the top of the play.  We used this reading to set an air of foreboding.  The stage was black,  As each line was read a light would come up on one of the actors standing on the stage.  The angle was not a normal comfortable angle and gave the actor an eerie look. At the end of the line for that actor their light was quickly blacked out.  Then the opening scene was pleasant and serene.  As the play progressed the lighting became more and more intense adding to the suspense.

Thanks to Brian for inviting me to work with him on this production and to Gregory for his vision and freedom to work out our own interpretation of that vision. 

Ten little Indians going out to dine;

One went and choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.

Eight little Indian boys traveling to Devon;
One got left behind and then there were seven.

Seven little Indian boys gathering up sticks;
One chopped himself in half and then there were six.

Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got in chancery and
Then there were four.

Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Indian boys walking to the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two little Indians playing with a gun;
One shot the other and then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged h
imself
...and then there were none.

A little Lovers Quarrel?
It is morning and only these two lovers are left alive.
Fear and misunderstanding rule the day.

And then there were none...
Who will survive?
Although you can't see it in this picture.  The lighting on the entire set has gone black except for a pool here down stage and a tight highlight on the poem that was framed and hung above the fireplace.  The poem seemed to glow from within

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