Sometimes my emotions are really obvious, sometimes not. And they either show or don’t show at the worst of times.
When something perplexes me, I can feel my brow furrowing which makes me feel like such a poser. “Oh look at me, I’m being quizzical.” At other times, when people rub me the wrong way, my eyes will quite obviously roll or my lips will purse. I’m a lot like Miranda Priestly in that way - one nod is good, two nods is very good, purse lips means disaster... and then we come to smiles.
I am a VERY smily person. But sometimes when I find something funny, I laugh in my head and my face remains stone-blank. I can feel it, too. I know that my lips aren’t moving into a half moon, but I find something really funny in my head. It’s so extremely frustrating because then people look at me and I’m SURE they think “What a prude.” So I sometimes try to force a smile but I just end up looking like a freshly-botoxed Joan Rivers.
And my face is naturally sad. OR I’m laughing and smiling a lot normally so when I’m not doing that I immediately get the question “What’s wrong?” or “Are you alright?” And this is perfectly fine because humans are just being kind by asking, but it’s disconcerting knowing that my face looks depressed when it’s relaxed. AIN’T LIFE HARD?
How this relates back to my experiences here... during rehearsals when something funny happens I don’t laugh out loud, which could be perceived by the director that it isn’t funny/I’m stupid and I don’t understand which is not the impression I’m trying to make. And regarding the sad face, I just get a lot of concerned Afghans. Especially one who comes up to me and speaks in Dari - I think he is mentioning something about how we both have black t-shirts. Oh Daoud.
Yesterday I gave my first official piece of theatrical advice. One of the actresses plays two characters: Rodhaba, a “lady,” and Chabnam, a courtesan (read: prostitute). She’s very good at playing Chabman, but is a bit plank-like when it comes to the noblewoman. So I kind of mentioned that she’s found the defining characteristics of the prostitute very well, and needs to do the same when reading the part of the courtesan. And she is able to show that character through her reactions to other characters. I think you would understand a bit more if you knew the play, and I have to run so I don’t think this was very well explained. Anyway, that was my first sort of assistant director directorship so yay me.
Yay me.
When something perplexes me, I can feel my brow furrowing which makes me feel like such a poser. “Oh look at me, I’m being quizzical.” At other times, when people rub me the wrong way, my eyes will quite obviously roll or my lips will purse. I’m a lot like Miranda Priestly in that way - one nod is good, two nods is very good, purse lips means disaster... and then we come to smiles.
I am a VERY smily person. But sometimes when I find something funny, I laugh in my head and my face remains stone-blank. I can feel it, too. I know that my lips aren’t moving into a half moon, but I find something really funny in my head. It’s so extremely frustrating because then people look at me and I’m SURE they think “What a prude.” So I sometimes try to force a smile but I just end up looking like a freshly-botoxed Joan Rivers.
And my face is naturally sad. OR I’m laughing and smiling a lot normally so when I’m not doing that I immediately get the question “What’s wrong?” or “Are you alright?” And this is perfectly fine because humans are just being kind by asking, but it’s disconcerting knowing that my face looks depressed when it’s relaxed. AIN’T LIFE HARD?
How this relates back to my experiences here... during rehearsals when something funny happens I don’t laugh out loud, which could be perceived by the director that it isn’t funny/I’m stupid and I don’t understand which is not the impression I’m trying to make. And regarding the sad face, I just get a lot of concerned Afghans. Especially one who comes up to me and speaks in Dari - I think he is mentioning something about how we both have black t-shirts. Oh Daoud.
Yesterday I gave my first official piece of theatrical advice. One of the actresses plays two characters: Rodhaba, a “lady,” and Chabnam, a courtesan (read: prostitute). She’s very good at playing Chabman, but is a bit plank-like when it comes to the noblewoman. So I kind of mentioned that she’s found the defining characteristics of the prostitute very well, and needs to do the same when reading the part of the courtesan. And she is able to show that character through her reactions to other characters. I think you would understand a bit more if you knew the play, and I have to run so I don’t think this was very well explained. Anyway, that was my first sort of assistant director directorship so yay me.
Yay me.
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