The Time I Died for My "Art"
My last year at NYU, I took a stage combat class with a professor who, as he liked to remind us, was kind of a “big deal.” “Bill” had worked on many movies and many, many Broadway shows and told stories from these various experiences many times over the course of the two-credit elective class. But this isn’t about Bill and his Spring Awakening or Spider-Man: Turn of the Dark stories. This is about one of Bill’s exercises. He called it his Vietnam Death Exercise. The name alone should tell you a lot. Looking back now, it’s hard to explain why he included it in his curriculum because the exercise itself had more to do with acting than with combat. This is how it worked: the class was divided in half. Some of us were to be the Vietnamese prisoners. The other half of the c...