THE HITCHCOCK/TRUFFAUT TAPES - PART 9

- part 9
"Rebecca"

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"The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king."

BACCHUS

Detail of Bacchus's Fountain of the Island's Garden of Aranjuez

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THE PRESENTATION OF SELF IN EVERYDAY LIFE

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What follows, I share in the spirit of reflection on a subject that is dear to all who work to present dramatic works. I believe the information below might be useful to writers, directors, producers, and certainly actors. Goffman made his mark by introducing a dramatic performance perspective into the field of sociology. Yet, seldom have I seen his work and insights embraced by dramatic artists. Goffman's work came to my attention again, during my studies at The Pacifica Graduate Institute.

And so, here's a pebble in the pond . . .

In his landmark study of human behavior, The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life (Amazon), Sociologist Erving Goffman uses the metaphor of theatrical performance to show how human interactions are driven by our need to control our appearances’ to others.

From his preface:

The perspective employed in this report is that of the theatrical performance; the principles derived are dramaturgical ones. I shall consider the way in which the individual in ordinary work situations presents himself and his activity to others, the ways in which he guides and controls the impression they form of him and the kinds of things he may and may not do while sustaining his performance before them. In this model I will attempt not to make light of the obvious inadequacies. This stage presents things that are make believe; presumably life presents things that are real and sometimes not well rehearsed. More important, perhaps, on the stage one player presents himself in the guise of character to characters projected by other players; the audience constitutes a third-party to the interaction-one that is essential and yet, if the stage performance were real, one that would not be there. In life, the three parties are compressed into two; the part one individual plays is tailored to the parts played by the others present, and yet these others also constitute the audience.

Related: Dramaturgy (sociology), Impression Management, On The Evolution Of The Craft Of Acting. The Persona,

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ON THE EVOLUTION OF THE CRAFT OF ACTING

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The article below appears in The Wall Street Journal. I found it here today, on Keith Davis' great site. I did not post its title as it appears in the WSJ because the title is "hogwash." Much of the article is also "hogwash." It does, however, point to an important aspect about the evolution of craft of acting. If Mr. Thomson had more knowledge of that craft he might have actually written something insightful. Because he's onto something but its source is far from the point of his misguided article.

In life, we act all the time. Brando said this, it was his mantra. That insight very much helped Marlon Brando be the genius actor that he was. He understood that "to pretend" is reflexive to the human condition.

"To pretend" is an aspect of "flight behavior" as in "to fight or fly." We all often "fly" by "pretending."

Very few actors understand what this means to our craft. Instead we can spend a great deal of time striving to be "honest" when humans, in fact, often strive for something else.

Here goes:

Most actors today fall into the trap of a false reflection of human behavior. This result is a by product of the great emphasis placed on the authentic expression of feelings within the Stanislavsky tradition, a tradition within which I belong and adore.

The acting that I'm talking about, is a kind of acting whereby the characters portrayed all try very hard to be very honest and authentic with one another. The actor striving for authentic emotion and action creates a situation whereby their performance does not ring true. Because the human behaviors of life most often disguise our feelings and intentions from each other, (see Persona).

We are all always wearing the social mask.

Authentic human emotion is what audiences the world over resonate with while viewing an actors performance. Stanislavsky's success is without question. His positive influence on the craft of acting is beyond dispute. The question is not whether his work was a masterpiece, but rather, can the critic recognize a masterpiece. (Though granted, rightfully, Stanislavsky's work it's not everyone's cup of tea.)

However, what so many of us forget is that human beings are also very afraid to let others know what we feel and think, most of the time. So we are always pretending to feel and think something different from what is really going on.

If this dimension is missing from a performance, guess what . . . the acting lacks a ring of truth. So much of this is going on that few of us even notice what I'm talking about. We tend to accept that in drama everyone is striving to be sincere with one another. Which is nothing like what goes on between people in our daily lives.

Mr. Thompson, has a point, but it's not the point he is trying to make. He quite accurately picks up the falseness in performances that reek of "how honest and deeply I feel the character's feelings," but misses that having evolved to a place whereby most all actors strive for authentic emotion, in our acting tradition, at the same time, we must also understand that human beings also exert much effort in hiding those emotions from one another, behind our social mask.

For example: Why in the world would I tell you that I think that I may be full of shit as I write this, and that I'm afraid of what a reader might think about what I'm writing, and self-conscious about that I used the word "shit" to make my point; or that where it says "hogwash" above, I really first wrote "bullshit," which is what I really think?

(One of Meryl Streep's great influences was Robert Lewis, as "Method" an actor as you will ever find. He had at least two nervous breakdowns before the age of 30, related to dredging up emotions from his past. If you read the article below, you'll see how Thompson's use of Ms. Steep to make his point is absurd.)

More information than you wanted?

Who has the time for all of these explanations?

We just don't have the time in our unrehearsed daily lives to let people in on our human frailties and insecurities . . . so, we "act." And I rarely see this huge aspect of human behavior reflected today in even our best actors' performances.

One exception: Bill Murry's performance in "Lost in Translation." A performance that shows us how much we all act throughout the course of our day. We all put on our best face for each situation to get what we want.

Thanks for reading. The article below is interesting nonetheless.

Enjoy!
José Angel Santana

By DAVID THOMSON

Something odd is happening to our actors. No one seems to talk about it, but it's there, and it has to do with our uneasiness over "sincerity." Now, we'd like people to tell us the truth—whether our president or our spouse—yet we find it hard to trust "sincerity." After 100 years and all those movies, wide eyes and an unwavering look too often seem like a proof of acting.

Everett Collection : Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951).

This line of thought set in a few days ago when I went to see "The Box." Why did I go, when I guessed that it was going to turn a seductive overture into a terrible disappointment? For two reasons: "The Box" is the new work from writer-director Richard Kelly, whose first picture, "Donnie Darko," a dark and disconcerting film about high school, is something you really should see.

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Everett : James Dean in 'East of Eden'

My other reason was, quite simply, Frank Langella. You see, I had been relishing the television commercials for "The Box" where Mr. Langella, elegantly dressed in gray, playing a man named Arlington Steward, arrives at a tidy, happy suburban house (with some money worries) and tells the wife and mother (Cameron Diaz) that he has an offer for them. An offer they can refuse. It's a box with a red button: press the button and you get $1 million in cash—but someone, somewhere, dies. Though half his face has been stripped away by lightning—don't ask, just study the wreckage—Mr. Langella is so suave and serene that I was in love. I wanted to see the film just to hear his gracious speech, to see his Vatican-like politesse and to feel the assurance with which he offered his lurid bargain.

Once Mr. Langella has made his proposal, the film slips downhill at an accelerating rate. But I'm glad I went because 10 minutes or so of Mr. Langella being suave, weary and gray is as good as hearing James Mason talk in "Lolita," or Claude Rains in "Casablanca"—these are all actors who represent a spirit of lovely, hopeless intelligence. Part of the power of acting is that we like being with certain people. It's voice as much as look, and it's the confidence that distinguishes a great teacher, an elected president or a movie star—we believe them, even if they're uttering hogwash. As a younger man, mind you, Mr. Langella wasn't always this happy. He has found it in late middle age.

Everett Collection: EAST OF EDEN, James Dean (1955)

In addition, I had just seen Steven Soderbergh's "The Informant!" This is a far more satisfying film in which Matt Damon plays a young executive at Archer Daniels Midland who is a liar, a fraud, a con and a pretender. Mr. Damon plays the part in a glaring toupee, but with immense verve and panache. You're hooked by his act.

He's been around already for nearly 20 years, and once you could look at him as a kid who wanted to be nice-looking but who had a faintly squashed or shifty face. That's what made him memorable in a film like "Courage Under Fire," where he played a jittery soldier with a bad secret. And that's what encouraged a certain, parental protectiveness towards him in the audience for films like "Good Will Hunting" and "The Rainmaker" where he was keen to be a good, honest guy.

Then something happened: it was "The Talented Mr. Ripley," where Anthony Minghella cast him as Patricia Highsmith's Tom Ripley, a social climber who would love to live like the irresponsible heir Dickie Greenleaf (Jude Law) and who makes a start by killing Dickie so that he can take over the part. "The Talented Mr. Ripley" freed something in Mr. Damon—naked pretense (you could call it lying, as much as acting). All at once, he owned up to his tricky face.

Acting is storytelling, and any child knows the delight in distinguishing a "real" story about what Dad did at work, and a fantasy—a pretend job—about what he wished he had done. (Of course, there are family situations where neither Dad nor the kid can tell the difference—and that's dysfunction.) A culture of acting is disconcerting, too, but everyone understands the basic energy in acting—let's pretend—because it's the same energy that carries us to the movies.

So I looked at Mr. Langella and Mr. Damon and the penny dropped: The Method is over. In the years after World War II there was an immense revolution in American acting. It was not a cultural awakening. War and its revelations of human nature had exposed the Hollywood ethos (the flawless hero, the happy ending, the feeling that life was swell) as simply not good enough. The American movies of the 1930s and the war years include many of our greatest, but their basic assumption—that the fantasy must prevail—was so much less tenable after Auschwitz and Hiroshima. A part of us, at least, wanted honesty, the gritty truth, and a more realistic or "grown-up" attitude to life.

Everett Collection: James Stewart and Donna Reed in 'It's a Wonderful Life' (1946)

This was a moment when American acting was the cheerful showtime of Clark Gable, Tyrone Power, Errol Flynn, John Wayne, Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. Then with startling speed it was challenged by what was quickly called Method acting. This was an approach based in the teaching of the Russian, Konstantin Stanislavsky, the institution of the Actors Studio (set up in 1947), and by the example of director Elia Kazan. In practice, the Method was exemplified by Marlon Brando, Montgomery Clift, James Dean, Rod Steiger and others (it was always male-heavy) and by plays and films like "A Streetcar Named Desire," "Death of a Salesman," "On the Waterfront" and "East of Eden."

It was a way of acting in which the players were urged to discover their characters in their own emotional history. It was pledged to sincerity and emotional truth, and it turned film-going into a profound psychological ordeal, and it was antagonistic to the old English style of acting in which young players were taught elocution, fencing, manners and pretending. This school included the English masters Laurence Olivier and John Gielgud as well as their English or Anglophile cousins in film—Cary Grant, Ronald Colman, Ray Milland and Bob Hope.

There were excesses or mannerisms in the Method, things like your not being able to hear what was being said; and its concomitant, the habit of the actors in forsaking the original "text" for the improvisations that came into their earnest heads and which were beyond reproach just because they had become their characters.

It's hard to exaggerate the impact of the Method. It was full of good work, but it was above all, sincere, American, robust and manly. Writing shifted to accommodate the search for a "true self." Thus, in "On the Waterfront," Mr. Brando wants to recover the crushed spirit in Terry Malloy the failed boxer, while in "East of Eden" the "bad boy" Cal Trask yearns to gain the paternal love he deserves. These models were imitated not just in movies, but in countless television dramas or episodes in which the story turned on so-and-so's rediscovery of his damaged human nature. It was quite close to psychotherapy and the Method, soul-searching and getting at your "process" all worked in harness. Almost as a matter of course, would-be actors went into therapy.

It was a rich moment and it gave us classics. I grew up shaped by Messrs. Brando, Clift and Dean and by the passing passion for emotional honesty. For a moment, I'm sure, I believed it was not just true, but The Truth. So it's important to admit that the histrionics of the years before 1920 (I mean Lillian Gishery—and Gish was great) seemed as true then as Mr. Brando did in 1954. What I'm suggesting is that the desperate intensity of the Method era is passing (like all fashions). It became stale, tedious and hollow just because it was employed automatically. (I fear that some Method geniuses—Robert De Niro and Al Pacino—have given too many dreary, monotonous performances in recent years that spoil the memory of their early fineness.)

The Method worked until the '70s—the first two parts of "The Godfather" are its triumph. It is alive and well (or begging for pity) in the films of John Cassavetes. Until recently, there was a television show with James Lipton (an old-fashioned hambone English-style actor) asking us to celebrate the Actors Studio.

Sean Penn is a steadfast Methodist still, but Johnny Depp, it seems, has an itch to pretend if only people would write comedy for him. The most influential actor in America today is not a man. It's Meryl Streep, whose stress on skill has made her one of the most glorious of pretenders. Method actors take their roles home with them: Once in they can't get out—Vivien Leigh nearly went crazy playing Blanche Du Bois. I'm sure that Ms. Streep feels the other self at home, but no one supposes that she was "doing" Julia Child all the time. She was nimble enough to go from one to the other with professional speed.

Still, for lack of a crucial turning point, here is a test case: Compare Anthony Hopkins in "Nixon," from 1995, with Frank Langella in "Frost/Nixon," which came out 13 years later. Oliver Stone's "Nixon" seems to me an honorable, strenuous failure in which Mr. Stone tries to get at the poisoned roots of a man he believed to be wicked. Mr. Hopkins was a great actor then (some barking at the moon has set in lately) and he sweated his head off to get at the psychic zero of Nixon. It was heavy-duty acting, and the harder it labored the more it left veteran Nixon-watchers (on TV) smiling sadly at a missed boat.

Whereas, the 2008 film "Frost/Nixon," from a play and a script by Peter Morgan, is a very different type of work. Instead of plunging Nixon into a search for his own truth it can live by the far more accurate daily reality—that Nixon was a connoisseur of his own fraud and a constant actor who had long since forgotten truth in the beguiling task of playing himself. The film is very interesting in that Michael Sheen gives a wickedly brilliant impersonation of David Frost, while Mr. Langella was encouraged to be himself and to evoke Nixon. By the film's close, it's a great charm that Langella manages to reveal Nixon by being himself.

The film flourishes because it has trusted Mr. Langella the pretender. I don't mean to say that this new, unofficial school (it has no studio, no text and little public understanding) has advanced as the Method did. But once you feel the seductive intrigue in pretending, then you begin to see it more and more—look at George Clooney (at his best, playing poker with the audience), the teasing stance of Robert Downey Jr., John Malkovich (daring us to find a way of liking him), Kevin Spacey (the limping Verbal Kint itching to turn into the strolling Keyser Söze). And others? Just think about it, and then see that this school stretches back to people like Cary Grant, Jimmy Stewart and Bob Hope, actors who never had any intention of letting us catch them personally.

But just as the Method needed script material about the search for human truth, so this new cool pretending is founded on a way of looking at the world that says you can't trust anyone, can you? It suggests that—for the moment at least—we have given up on self-knowledge and feel ourselves being massaged or directed by most of our presidents, and nearly all of our eternal performers from Johnny Carson to David Letterman. (Secret principle: If you're going to last on television, you need to be mysterious or withheld.) Presidents move us from time to time, just as hosts make us smile, but most of them warn us that we're in a play or a game. Think of Ronald Reagan, the master, the Olivier of ordinariness, never exactly an actor but a nice guy playing an actor.

—David Thomson is the author of "The New Biographical Dictionary of Film" and "Have You Seen?" His short biographies of Bette Davis, Gary Cooper, Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart will be published next month by Faber & Faber as part of the Great Stars series.

Related: The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life

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SHOP TALK: "THE SPINE"

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When a student sends me an email that has great relevance to the work of so many others, the teacher in me has to share.

STUDENT: I feel confident going into my upcoming film project. The spine of my character, as we discussed it, has been my mantra. It has guided the script and for the first time, I am not only undaunted, but, excited to explain to an actor, what drives them and where they are coming from. Once there is a clear spine, everything just seems to fall into place.

TEACHER: Wonderful! Yes, the way you describe it is right on target. The spine is the "Guide" for all of the action. Everything that happens, comes from that quest to accomplish the deep need, as elusive as it might be. Your excitement is contagious even over this crazy electronic medium!

Congratulations!

DISCUSS

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CHRIS CAMPBELL

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CORI THOMAS: ENSEMBLE STUDIO THEATER

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THE ENSEMBLE STUDIO THEATRE: "GOING TO THE RIVER"

For casting your films, nothing replaces seeing actors work live.

Dear NYU Grad Film Community,

EST is offering NYU Grad Film Students tickets for "Gong to the River" for $12. That's a 33% discount, They will also waive the handling fees. To get the discount code for ordering tickets (online, over the phone, on the night, whenever) email me j.a.santana[at]nyu.edu and you'll get the discount.

Casting is announced for The River Crosses Rivers Festival!

We are excited to announce an amazing ensemble of actors involved in this year's festival of new works from women playwrights of color, presented by Going to the River.

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If you haven't bought your tickets yet, please click here or call 866-811-4111. Tickets are $18, or see both series for just $25 with an All Rivers Pass.

THE FESTIVAL SCHEDULE

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Series A:

THE KITCHEN or 9 1/2 Minutes of Subcontinental Absurdity by Naveen Bahar Choudhury, directed by Jamie Richards *featuring Andrew Guilarte, Seril James, Sakina Jaffrey*+ and Yasmin Kazi


RISEN FROM THE DOUGH
by France-Luce Benson, directed by Holli Harms*
featuring Dominique Morisseau+ and Kim Weston-Moran+


LADYBUG GONNA GETCHA
by Kara Lee Corthron, directed by Pat Golden
featuring Adam Couperthwaite and Toks Olagundoye+


THE STEP-MOTHER
by Ruby Dee, directed by Chuck Patterson
featuring Carmen Delavallade+ and Mary E. Hodges+


ANGELS IN THE PARKING LOT
by N.N. Ewing, directed by Seret Scott
featuring Catherine Curtin*+, Peter Jay Fernandez+ and Brenda Pressley+


BANANA BEER BATH
by Lynn Nottage, directed by Talvin Wilks*
featuring Elain Graham+


RALLY
by Bridgette Wimberly, directed by Clinton Turner Davis
featuring Venida Evans+ and Erin Weems+

Series B:

TRUTH BE TOLD
by Melody Cooper, directed by Petronia Paley*
featuring Beverley Prentice+ and Shetal Shah+


DIALECTIC
by Kia Corthron, directed by Chuck Patterson
featuring Lynnese Page and Michael Louis Wells*+


HOT METHUSELAH
by J.e. Franklin, directed by Imani Douglas
featuring Vinie Burrows+, Glenn Gordon+ and Norman Matlock+


JESSE
by P.J. Gibson, directed by Lydia Fort
featuring Christopher Burris+ and Maya Lynne Robinson+


SLOPPY SECOND CHANCES
by Mrinalini Kamath, directed by Kel Haney
featuring Vedant Gokhale+ and Nandita Shenoy+


SPIRIT SEX: A PARANORMAL ROMANCE
by Desi Moreno-Penson, directed by Adam Immerwahr
featuring Jeb Kreager+, Fulvia Vergel+ and Chris Wight*+


HIS DADDY
by Cori Thomas*, directed by Stephen Fried
featuring Matthew Montelongo+ and Lindsay Smiling+

Stage Managers: B'jai Pierce-Astwood+ (PSM), Bayo+, Jo Albert,
Annie Bosworth Foley, Fulton Hodges, Sirlouis Jones+, Sean Kelso, Jonathan McCrory, Will Schneider and Rosita Timm+

* denotes EST Member

+ These Actors and Stage Manager(s) are appearing courtesy of Actors' Equity Association.
The River Crosses Rivers is an Equity-Approved Showcase.
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Want to learn more?

Click here to see an insider interview with EST member and playwright Cori Thomas, whose new one-act His Daddy is featured in Series B of The River Crosses Rivers festival!

Hear Cori talk about how her plays have been developed through Going to the River and why she is excited to be a part of this year's festival!

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Going to the River was founded in 1999 at the Ensemble Studio Theatre by the late Curt Dempster and Elizabeth Van Dyke, the Producing Artistic Director. The Executive Producing Director is Jamie Richards. The primary goal of Going to the River is to provide a major New York City forum in which professional African-American female playwrights may develop, refine and present their work.

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As a developmental theatre EST thrives in partnership with individual and institutional donors who believe in the company's mission and programming. EST's 2009-2010 season is funded, in part, by public funds from the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs, in partnership with the City Council, and the New York State Council on the Arts, and through major gifts from The Alfred P. Sloan Foundation, Carnegie Corporation of New York, The Shubert Foundation, Harold & Mimi Steinberg Charitable Trust, Lila Acheson Wallace Theater Fund of the New York Community Trust, Horace W. Goldsmith Foundation, The New York State Council on the Arts, The Scherman Foundation, The Tournesol Project, The Fan Fox and Leslie R. Samuels Foundation, Anonymous, and Jerome Foundation. EST is deeply grateful to all of its supporters and is proud to list all donors on our website and in our programs.

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"The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king."

THE HITCHCOCK/TRUFFAUT TAPES - PART 10

- part 10
Discussion about Hollywood through to "Notorious"

Click on image to see Tom Sutpen's original blog posts at "If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats" (2006)

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THE HITCHCOCK/TRUFFAUT TAPES - PART 11

- part 11
"Mr and Mrs Smith" through to "Suspicion"

Click on image to see Tom Sutpen's original blog posts at "If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats" (2006)

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