Directing Can Be Fun


I've never been solely responsible for the direction of an improv troupe. I have assistant-directed on a few occasions but what that generally meant was leading exercises the actual director had left for me in his/her absence. I've never felt inclined to take on the role of director, mainly because I recognize that people are often more sensitive than I am and I have a hard time in situations where it's not necessarily a good idea to say what I think.

I'm not saying that I think people suck -- not at all -- but when it's my place to criticize it always sounds to me like I'm saying just that, even if I don't mean to. I guess it follows that I thrive on harsh criticism. When the drill instructors at Parris Island came screaming into our barracks for the first time and most recruits were paralyzed with fear, I was smiling inwardly and thinking that things were just starting to get interesting.

So this evening I sat in and coached (in a very loose sense of the word) a FIST team that will perform this weekend. I hardly had any criticisms at all, and what I did have to say was more to their format than to any one individual's work. They seemed to appreciate my suggestions and ideas and I think we all came away from it with a positive feeling. I'm excited to see their show on stage and it will be gratifying if any of my ideas play a part in their (hoped for) victory.

It might also help cover the bitter, ashy aftertaste of my own team's early demise.

1 comment:

WOV said...

Wow, not really related, but there are other videos up there of Marines getting screamed at by their DIs, and....

They're FANTASTIC. I'm sure it is NOT GREAT when you are the one being yelled at, but as a performer watching these guys use volume, different flavors of sarcasm, body status things like height and distance and touching , just wow. I don’t know how they find them.

I love in the one you posted how one of the DIs, realizing that all possible verbal abuse angles were covered, and things weren’t probably intelligible anymore, went instead to just standing as close as he could to the back of the recruit’s head and just screaming like an animal – not even words.