Myriam shapeshifts into myriad characters with rooted ease. The staging/direction of the show is phenomenal (truly superb), the use of the clothing line for all of her costumes, the way she utilized the scarves and props so fluidly, Myriam’s ability to completely embody every character and word — the way I felt like I was watching a play with a full cast, the drumbeat scoring many of the scenes, the music overall, the lullabies in Arabic, the video projections of the children of Gaza, that beautiful olive tree, the visuals with the little boy at the beginning, the poetry, the wise elder dancing with an audience member at the end choosing joy and grace and epitomizing the Palestinian spirit, the hopeful little girl, the soldier…the man who got away…these characters will stay with me for a long time.
I was fortunate enough to attend closing night and there was a traditional dance taught and led by their team in the parking lot afterward. I was so moved by the performance I couldn’t bring myself to join, but I bore witness. May we all keep bearing witness to the people of Gaza and to artists like Myriam amplifying their voices and stories.
What I didn't like
The firsthand experiences of the interviewees the script is based on is more urgent than ever. These stories beckon to be heard and I hope more audiences get to witness this prolific piece.
My overall impression
Handala is THE most important show at the Hollywood Fringe this year. Period.
Myriam’s performance is flawless and her writing takes us on a journey into the heart of humanity, transcending time, age, religion, and personhood— reminding audiences that to look into the eyes of another human being is to see the eyes of God.
This was one of the best solo shows I have ever seen in my life, not just at Hollywood Fringe but ever.