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high stakes improv. the pain, the pleasure and the pain. oh and did i mention the pain?
i swear, this is the most brilliant, fucked up and inherently evil idea that has ever come into being in a drama teacher's mind. you wouldn't think he was some evil sadist, he looks like an overley gay hairdresser for fucks sake. even i say that. earlier on today i was in drama class and i swear, i'm feeling fucked up. prof told us we were doing this thing called high stakes. put the class in guy/girl pairs and gave us these instructions. "you have a history, your improv must include a twenty second pause of shock, horror, anger and or pain." he gave us two minutes to prepare, then called upon each pair to perform their scene, no time limits, no lights except a spot and real emotion. out of a class of 20, 4 cried. 3 left just after performing. and none went for the traditional drink after lessons. i've just seen enough suicides, accidents, affairs, grief and unplanned pregnancies to last me a good long while. i feel sick inside. oh and lets not forget the boy who kicked a hobo to death because his girl had dumped him. while she watched from the window. i feel unclean. i'm gonna go take a shower, smoke a spliff and go to bed.
sleep well america, the devil came home to roost.
PS i almost forgot, because everyone gave their all, the acting was the best i have ever seen. and i never, ever, want to see anything like that again. still, amazing acting.
i swear, this is the most brilliant, fucked up and inherently evil idea that has ever come into being in a drama teacher's mind. you wouldn't think he was some evil sadist, he looks like an overley gay hairdresser for fucks sake. even i say that. earlier on today i was in drama class and i swear, i'm feeling fucked up. prof told us we were doing this thing called high stakes. put the class in guy/girl pairs and gave us these instructions. "you have a history, your improv must include a twenty second pause of shock, horror, anger and or pain." he gave us two minutes to prepare, then called upon each pair to perform their scene, no time limits, no lights except a spot and real emotion. out of a class of 20, 4 cried. 3 left just after performing. and none went for the traditional drink after lessons. i've just seen enough suicides, accidents, affairs, grief and unplanned pregnancies to last me a good long while. i feel sick inside. oh and lets not forget the boy who kicked a hobo to death because his girl had dumped him. while she watched from the window. i feel unclean. i'm gonna go take a shower, smoke a spliff and go to bed.
sleep well america, the devil came home to roost.
PS i almost forgot, because everyone gave their all, the acting was the best i have ever seen. and i never, ever, want to see anything like that again. still, amazing acting.