My overall impression
There is one performance that no amount of technique or RADA courses can really help with, and that’s the performance of one’s self. You can meet someone for the first time, hear them introduce themselves as an “actor” and know immediately – no. They lack what dancers call “pop”. There’s no art, no style, no….”pop” about them. How can you assume that anyone would care to see your “production”, when the grand performance of who you are is flatter than a slow hedgehog on a busy freeway? The artist performs whether on a stage or before a bathroom mirror brushing their pearly whites; the artist’s breathes passion on their every breath. Every moment in their presence is a concert, a recital, time in their company doesn’t simply pass it parades. You are who you are, that’s the bottom line. But when someone spending a mere ten minutes in your company delights in the pageantry of your personality and is beguiled by that splendid performance which is “you”, then they know they are in the presence of an artist. And if that artist tells them they’re doing a “show” they know, sure as up is up and down is down it’s not gonna disappoint!
Kyla Garcia’s one woman extravaganza won’t disappoint, on that I’ll bet my bottom dollar.
