The ineffable Amelia Sciandra takes on the role of the unnamed narrator, a little girl whose mother struggles with depression and attempts to take her own life several times over the course of her daughter’s lifetime. In an attempt to prevent her from making any more attempts, our protagonist creates a list of “all the brilliant things in the world,” which range from ice cream, to the smell of old books, and the way that Ray Charles sings the word, “you.” Sciandra’s talents added warmth and meaning to a play that, if poorly handled, could read a little bit too much like an after school special. “If you’re contemplating suicide,” she pleads towards the end of the performance, “I promise, it gets better.”
To tackle a subject of suicide — the suicide of a parent, no less — is a difficult task, and Sciandra manages to address the darker aspects of human life without coming across as preachy, a feat often unmanageable in theatre, and particularly in a one-woman show. The facts presented are important, and addressed point blank, never danced around; at one point, she lists statistics and guidelines for how suicide is supposed to be presented in the media, decries the Werther effect, and underscores the importance of therapy.
The true brilliance of the production is its ability to be presented in a comedic yet completely serious way. The funny and quick-moving action is punctuated by segments of seriousness, which are the teaching moments of the play. Of course, Sciandra’s obvious experience in acting doesn’t hurt — she convincingly absorbs every aspect of the narrator to where the audience forgets it isn’t actually her story.