Put the word on the street that youre writing about Milton Katselas, and every student he has ever had will want to tell you about the best acting teacher in the world, the man who took them from fresh-faced, straight-off-the-plane-at-LAX ingénues looking for work commercials; God willing, someday a sitcom to being real artists. Theyll tell you about how he saved them from the failings of the artists personality, like narcissism and drug addiction, and set them aright. They were born with the talent, but he gave them careers.
But there are dissenters too. Students have left Katselass school, the Beverly Hills Playhouse, because of the unspoken pressure they felt to join the Church of Scientology, the controversial religion founded by L. Ron Hubbard in the 1950s. Nobody ever told them to join, but they could not ignore how many of their classmates and teachers were Scientologists. Or the fact that Milton Katselas, the master himself, credits Hubbard for much of his success in life. And the assorted weirdness: one of Katselass students works a day job at the Scientology Celebrity Centre, where Tom Cruise and John Travolta study, and one zealous television star left the playhouse because she said she believed that Katselas wasnt committed enough to Scientology.
Before trying to metabolize this strange cocktail of Hollywood, dreams both deferred and achieved, and Scientology, consider the very sincere professions of faith in a bearded, baritone septuagenarian with a Mediterranean temper who began as a student of Lee Strasberg and became the teacher of Ribisi, Daly and Carradine; of Michelle Pfeiffer, Tom Selleck, Tony Danza, Priscilla Presley, Patrick Swayze, Cheryl Ladd and hundreds more.
Richard Lawson, a Katselas student and occasional Scientologist, who now teaches at the playhouse, says that Katselass teaching helped him cheat death in 1992 when his plane from LaGuardia crashed in Flushing Bay and he was submerged underwater. I just got this inspiration to overcome it, to fight with everything I had to get out, Lawson told a reporter in 1998. One of the things I attribute that to is the teachings of Milton. Anne Archer, who discovered Scientology at the playhouse nearly 30 years ago, says, I have seen performances sometimes in that class that are so brilliant that theyre better than anything I have seen on the stage or film. Her husband, the producer Terry Jastrow also a Scientologist says that Katselas changed the texture of his daily existence: I go out in the world and look at human behavior now. I see a woman or man interacting with a saleslady, and I see the artistry in it. Life is an endless unspooling of art, of acting, of painting, of architecture. And where did I learn that? From Milton.
Most people in the Los Angeles acting community believe that the Beverly Hills Playhouse is a serious conservatory where actors train with a master teacher, while others think its a recruitment center for Scientology. I wondered if it might be both. What if the playhouse was a serious conservatory, and Katselas a master teacher, not in spite of Scientology but because of it?
I first attended Katselass weekly master class on a Saturday morning in April. I took my seat in his small theater on South Robertson Boulevard in Beverly Hills well before the 9:30 start time. I was stargazing Justina Machado from Six Feet Under was there; Beth Grant from Little Miss Sunshine was there when promptly at 9:30 the class rose to its feet in a standing ovation. Katselas had entered by the door near stage left, and he was proceeding slowly, with the shuffle of a man vigorous but in his 70s, to his chair on a landing a few rows up from stage right, offering small, regal waves as he went. Nobody sat until he did.
What is this, Easter? he asked.
Passover, several students answered at once.
What is this class, 82 percent Jewish the rest goyim? People laughed, and at that the lights dimmed, then came up, and a scene began.
And one thing very quickly became clear: Milton Katselas is an uncommonly good teacher.
In the first scene, Jack Betts, whom I later placed as the judge in Office Space, played the actor John Barrymore, from the one-man show Barrymore, made famous on Broadway by Christopher Plummer. I thought that Betts captured both the dissolution and the grandeur of a great man in his pickled decline, but after the scene, when Betts sat at the edge of the stage to receive his critique, Katselas made clear how much better the performance could have been.
A Katselas critique is a respectful dialogue; he is never mean, but he is challenging. Katselas wanted Betts to find the quieter notes in Barrymore. One place to start, he thought, might be in the song with which the scene begins: Barrymore singing Ive Got a Girl in Kalamazoo. As Betts had sung it, the song was brassy, vaudevillelike: A! B! C! D! E! F! G! H! I got a gal in KAL-amazoo! Katselas had him sing it over again, several times, suggesting that he turn the final syllable, the zoo, into a drunken, slurred, tossed-off note of disdain. After several more takes of the song, Katselas wasnt satisfied, but it seemed that Betts was getting there. The Barrymore that emerged at the end of 45 minutes was stranger, sadder, perhaps a bit louche, less of a stereotype and altogether more believable than what Betts had delivered at the beginning of class.
1 2345Next Page »
Mark Oppenheimer is a senior book critic for The Forward. He last wrote for the magazine about evangelical Christians and dancing.
Nicolas Goldberg for The New York Times
Misha Erwitt for The New York Times
Damian Dovarganes/Associated Press, 2005
New Line Cinema
Slide ShowThe Rhythm of Travolta
J. Emilio Flores for The New York Times
