What I liked
April is a gifted actor and writer. I haven’t seen anyone so easily and gracefully transition from light-hearted playfulness to deep-seated rage or longing in a long time. And her absolutely stunning writing and creative metaphors aren’t any less impressive. I found myself often looking away from the stage to pause for a moment of discovery or to ease the grimace I found on my face when something April said or did affected me in that particular way only April knows how to do.
I am so grateful and pleased that her show showcases not only motherhood but womanhood in so many colorful ways. Thank you, April. It’s about time.
What I didn't like
Like April, I now don’t believe in this section.
My overall impression
I keep delaying writing this review because I wanted to really sit down and think about what I was going to say before writing it. Well, I’ve thought about it now.
April is one of those actors that I’m guessing gets underestimated. I can tell because I’ve seen it. It appears to me that stories on motherhood aren’t as interesting as other stories. Which doesn’t make sense to me, seeing as motherhood is literally what made all of us who we are today. There was a person out there that played some sort of mother-role for us whether or not she was over-bearing, absent, non-existent, or nurturing. I saw this show to pay my respects to a role that I am not and probably will never be in. And I found out it’s much more interesting, messy, dynamic, complicated, simple, ugly, and beautiful than I thought.
