I am so pleased that Gina doesn’t reflect a sore parody on real proletarian grievances. Every honest morsel; a motion, a fading thought, a creeping smile -evokes truth. I feel her joyriding growing pains, as if they are my own. Her justified anger versus tame humility is my endeavour. She invites me in, with open arms and balled fists, to her worldly aura. Trusts me. Teaches me. Tells me to be unafraid by bearing her own unbridled fear, adorned in her caricature-esque bravado. An honourable exchange.
Amy Conroy allows us to access an intimate view of rawness through Ginas’ eyes. Blows to her esteem, we take personally. We become involved, willingly. She plots tender hearted vengeance and we accompany her, armed with the fervour, she, herself emanates. Feeling her war wounds. Seeing her battle scars, radiant and proud. A depiction of parental role reversal with an inspirational dignity. Past, present and future dwell together, paradoxically, in harmony via tempestuous means. A living, breathing, growling, collage-framed by the thick air of omnipresent power.
Holistic. Proportional. Righteous.
Eternal Rising Of The Sun – theatre that shames vibrant to pale, tempts thoughts to tangible, entices emotions palpable.
This production presented by HotForTheatre filled up the cathartic hole of hunger in my soul.
She is to me, who Michael Jackson is to Gina.
Never have I meant : “not to be missed” more.
Theatre that, not only reminds you who you are, but that you are alive.
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