Very, very short post today. Evening session was canceled tonight because Rick is out of town, and I’m ever so grateful. My cold is killing me. I’m taking cold medicine all day to suppress the worst of the symptoms, and I’m sucking on cough drops to minimize the coughing, but my throat is raw, my voice is toast, and I’m dead on my feet. I’m going to finish this post, select a scene to do in Tom’s class next week, and then go to sleep.
We had John’s “Where’s the Structure” class and Tom’s “On Your Feet” class today. The big news is that I’m disillusioned with acting. Yes, all it took was two classes! I was in a scene today, and the director had such a strong vision about how everything should be done that we were reduced to puppets. She told me not only what I should do at every moment, but also my backstory and what I should be thinking from moment to moment.
In her defense, we had only a few minutes to work on this, so it isn’t like we could have sat down and discussed it. But I really felt that it wouldn’t have mattered if we discussed it anyway. She had a vision, and my job was to bring it alive. <shrug> Okay. Her scene, right?
See, that’s my problem. Telling me what to do like that turns me passive aggressive. I don’t do direct conflict — and nor did I hold back and not try to do what she wanted me to do — but part of me disengaged.
In general, I really like the acting. It’s challenging. And I appreciated her insights. But if being an actress means being a puppet, then it’s not something I want to do, even for fun. Because that’s not fun. Or particularly educational.
I’m anxious to have people do a scene I wrote. I’m going to go through my finished screenplay and pick a scene now, and I’ll print it over the weekend. I’ll hopefully get to direct a scene next week too.