Improvisation is a hit-or-miss art form. Depending on the nature of the necessary audience interaction and the talent of the performers, the results can range from brilliant to painful. There was a little of each last night, but the best moment happened when one performers managed to construct a hilarious rap song about his dead mother.
The nature of improv leads to absurd situations that would never occur in real life, so naturally I'm a fan of the form. In fact, Sylvia and I have even talked about pursuing improv as a hobby in the past, and the director's announcement that Rapid Fire Theatre holds improv workshops is certainly tempting. I used to be pretty good at it in junior high school...
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There's your next New Year's resolution, and you never knew it. For sure try out one of those improv workshops! You would kill at it, kill, kill, kill, kill!
A company I worked for sent their management cadre to one of these things as a team-building exercise. They came out of it much meaner, though, definitely not funnier. I guess that's a bad example.
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