When I was an undergrad, one of my majors was Theater. I wasn’t an actor, but the administration didn’t care, and made every theater major (stage managers like me, plus lighting designers, set welders, sound operators, etc.) take Acting For Actors. I didn’t mind – I was as good an actor as anyone in the class (and much better than some of those poor saps. Eeesh). I just wasn’t interested in the career.
The class was about 15 actors and 3 non-actors. The 50-year-old professor (who assumed everyone in her class wanted to pursue a career in acting) was a very new-age-ish type: when she directed mainstage shows, she only chose those with no plots where everyone ran around wearing unitards spouting nonsense verse and lots of fabric was draped over everything. Very Emperor’s New Clothes Theater. Most of her feedback on our acting projects was along the lines of “No no no no: you need to feel the space more. I can sense that you’re not feeeeeelng the space. Center yourself with some breathing exercises and try again. This time, really try to enter into your power bubble.”
Anyway, we were assigned to choose a 5-minute scene and perform it with a partner. I have completely forgotten my scene, but I don’t think it’s important to my question. It was something modern and somewhat realistic, like Neil Simon or David Mamet. I did a fine job of it, I seem to remember, and my partner was fine too. Nothing too unusual.
When we finished we sat down and waited for the professor’s comments. She was leaning back with one finger over her lips and her eyes narrowed in an elaborate “thinker” pose. After a dramatic pause, she said to me, “Randy. Tell me. Do you smoke cigarettes?”[sup]1[/sup]
“No,” I said, somewhat nonplussed, “I don’t.”
"You should really start," she said, "I think it would help put things in perspective for you."
And that was all the feedback she gave me for that scene, instead of the usual 5-minute chat. She moved right to my partner and started giving her some comments.
This was six years ago, and I STILL have no idea what the hell she meant.
[sup]1[/sup] (From the casual way she said “cigarettes,” I assume she meant the tobacco variety. She smoked them like a chimney, although it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to assume she smoked a lot of pot too, I guess.)