I am once again reminded of what truly great acting is.
As I was sitting there in the audience of Wagner College's production of My Fair Lady, I knew very well where I was. I was in Staten Island, at Snug Harbor Cultural Center, in a theatre, watching a show. Yet, I felt myself, from time to time, almost believing I was in London, sitting in Professor Higgins's study, with Eliza Doolittle and Colonel Pickering. I formed relationships with them as though they where real people. I began to feel their pain or share in their happiness as though they were real people. And as far as I was concerned, as long as the lights were on and the curtain was drawn back, they were. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not delusional. I have a firm grasp on reality. I understand the difference between what is fake and what is real (well, for the most part). But, that's just it isn't it? Great acting isn't fake, it's completely, 100 percent real. Truly great acting, isn't acting at all. Of course this is something I already knew, and when I'm sitting in the audience I never seem to forget it. Yet, when I get up out of the audience and make my way onto the stage, it becomes harder and harder to remember.
I guess sometimes I just need a reminder.
