“Ako ang nangyari sa anak mo.”
Yesterday night, I had the pleasure to watch ‘night, Mother, starring Eugene Domingo and Sherry Lara.
Gut-wrenching, but funny. Very eye-opening to some, and very personal to others. Ang ganda at ang bigat ng play, at ang galing ng lahat, mula sa mga gumanap hanggang sa set design. Lahat kami napaluha. Mapapaisip ka talaga: What more can you do in a situation like that? Sinong tama, sinong mali? Ang hirap.
[English Translation: Gut-wrenching, but funny. Very eye-opening to some, and very personal to others. The play was so beautiful and heavy, and everything was amazing, from the actors to the set design. We all cried. It really makes you think: What more can you do in a situation like that? Who’s right, who’s wrong? It’s hard.]
This was my first “real” play, and I’m so happy that it was a very quality play, too. I actually saw the poster only Tuesday of the same week, and reading the title and the list of actors, I was immediately convinced to go and watch. The play is Marsha Norman’s ‘night, Mother. It was as awesome as I expected it to be. It was a very emotional show, but it had humor in the right parts, too. I could hear people sniffing around me. I was tearing up myself. Standing ovation at the end, and rightly deserved, too.
After the play, there was an open forum, where the audience asked questions and shared some of their own stories and experiences. Just as we all cried during the play itself, the people’s stories made us all weep just the same. It’s really eye-opening, after listening to them speak, to realize how common suicide actually is, but it’s such a taboo topic that it’s not discussed much. The play itself, there is so much to unpack from it, and it could be interpreted in so many different ways and seen through so many different perspectives — not just about the most glaring case of depression and suicide, even though these are the main themes.
It’s been hours since I was sitting in that theater, but I’m still thinking about it.