Event: My Soul, and
Other Broken Things
Playwright: Sarah Dewhirst
School: Metropolitan State University
Event Date: Thursday Jan 22
Some scientists say that human beings only use one third of
their brain capacity. The other two thirds is rather unknown, and the
subconscious is somewhere amongst it. Perhaps this is where secrets and repressed
memories go. Maybe it is home to the soul.
Sarah Dewhirst’s one-act play, My Soul, and Other Broken Things explores this unknown territory
through a young girl named Sephora (Kayla Sechler). She enters the abandoned
home of her dead mother, Rebecca (Jennifer Cha), and implores the haunted walls
to answer questions from her upbringing.
Through the direction of David Hanzal, the characters begin
to transform the space from dreamlike to spirit-world to flashbacks to reality.
It is unclear whether the ensemble represents voices from Sephora’s mind, or
spirits, or demons. Somehow, with guidance from the mystical cab driver (Steve
Modena), Sephora begins to watch memories of her mother and former friend Kayla
(Elyse Evans) come to life in the living room. Sephora watches her 16-year-old
self explore her sexuality with Kayla, simultaneously wondering if she will be
condemned to hell for this immoral act of kissing a girl. Is it simply an
extension of her mother’s religious beliefs?
The concept of the play is inventive, though the methods of exploration
are hard to justify. Between expressive movement, ghostly masks, punk-zombie
makeup, flashbacks, and flashing lights, it was difficult to determine the
purpose of these devices. Every aspect was dreamlike and disorienting.
Dewhirst’s attempts to orient the audience with
straightforward dialogue resulted in indulgent exposition. Sephora, who entered
the room asking questions, was now casually discussing mythical worlds,
purgatory, conjuring spirits, and open souls.
The text implies that Sephora has gained insight on her
journey, but the audience is left behind. Suddenly, Sephora has acquired the
power to conjure her own memories and her relationship with the cab driver,
that she had met less than one-hour prior, became familiar.
It was as if Dewhirst had to tackle the huge philosophical
questions of the universe in one-hour and over-loaded the audience with
information. The production elements worked in favor of Dewhirst, but it wasn’t
enough to sustain the slippery slope of questions provided by the script.
The play is an exploration of the human mind, soul, and subconscious.
This is commendable subject matter for Dewhirst. Still, this dark place seemed
overwhelmingly unknown and the production could have benefited from some
illumination.