What I liked
The musical interludes are lovely. It was like an intimate, heart-felt cabaret performance.
What I didn't like
It seems conceptually unfinished. It’s an autobiographical story of spiritual awakening, psychic empowerment, and overcoming traumatic adversity that has almost no narrative focus or challenging self-criticism, and their absence doesn’t seem like a deliberate choice or commentary. It feels unintentionally revealing, as though the author is unaware that the way she relates her history and triumphs (and the fact that she’s kind of a God) is indicative of having a massive ego.
It needs a very strong director and some push-back.
My overall impression
I was reminded of Lauryn Hill’s “Unplugged No. 2.0” performance from 2001. Some will find it a genuinely emotionally naked foray into new artistic territory; an extreme talent navigating genius and emotional turmoil through confession and song. Others will find it overwrought, self-indulgent, unfinished, and possessing an almost narcissistic lack of self-awareness. I could make both arguments, but I lean toward the latter view.
If you are attracted to experimental one-person shows exploring the human relationship with the divine, you will likely enjoy this piece, and it will possibly – as the author puts it – “inspire you to become a conscious Life Artist.” I’m just not its audience.
