A tragedy in slow motion.
Monday, August 13th, 2007I was judging a theatre sports competition last week.
(Talking to one of the teams before hand;)
Me: What games are you guys thinking of playing.
Them: We were thinking about slo-mo commentary.
Me: Are you-
Them: Oh we’re not going to do that ‘two people fighting*’ thing. We know everyone always does that.
Me: Oh great. Awesome!
We then have a chat about the kind of stuff I talked about here, about how you can get caught up trying to recreate past magic, and how it never works.
Well, I probably don’t have to tell you how this story ends**. About 40 seconds into the scene, the players get nervous and immediately start fighting. My heart broke a little.
I have the same problem sometimes. I can talk a good a good game about doing the best kind of improv (whatever that may be), but when I’m on stage and the audience isn’t laughing… there’s a good chance I’m going to reach into the big bag o’ shtick.
* the slo-mo sport-fight is one of Whose Line’s many gifts to the world of improv.
**in fact Jeff predicted exactly what would happen, despite my assurances that ‘no no, these guys get it.’