Ten classes down, two to go. The feelings I walked away with after dismissal were enlightened, urgency (partially because I had to use the bathroom) and some discouragement, as oxymoronic as that sounds. I have maintained my enlightened feeling since starting classes at the Groundlings because the specific, detailed and demanding curriculum has influenced me to only make purposeful and detailed statements in improv scenes and has shown me how high emotional stakes really make a scene more entertaining to watch. However, I also feel a mixture of urgency and discouragement after being called out in class for not committing in certain exercises and by not paying attention to details, such as where someone left off in their space work. I feel an urgency to reach both my full potential as an improviser and to pass Basic. I feel discouragement because given the detailed negative constructive criticism of my less-than-stellar performance in class, I now feel that I have blown my shot at passing this class as there are only two classes left, and I should have instilled the philosophy of commitment in myself at this point in the course. Even if I’m granted another and only chance to retake Basic, it would be a lot more satisfying to know that a Groundlings teacher trusts my abilities as a performer to take on Intermediate, but I know I have to prove myself first. Hopefully I haven’t blown my shot at passing, but I will find out the truth and verdict on the last day of class: Friday, June 14th.
For class #10, we did the following activities: character walk (leading with body parts), cues (highlighting each performer’s idiosyncrasies in scenes), movie translating (the activity in which I crashed and burned and where two people do a scene of a foreign movie speaking in jibberish and the two other people sit down and translate for the audience in English) and finally a round of general improv scenes to close out class.
Until next time,