Written by Bria Thurman
Home isn’t a place, its a feelingAn excerpt from Ceila Ahern’s Love, Rosie
From the beginning of the one-act play by Geoff Sobelle, Home was a little confusing for me. And as the story went on I was still confused. It was a lot of inner working parts that require people to sit down and replay what they saw and felt. Even though I was confused and was struggling to find meaning, now as I am looking back I realized I kind of enjoyed the display.
When the play began one of the characters was building the framework for a home. A lot of the audience laughed -I did not feel the character deserved that reinforcement- as he contorted himself to put a sheet on to the boards. He then picked up the board and moved it side to side to expose a bedroom and a door. The character was laying down and multiple other characters began to enter into the room. I at first thought the play was exposing the original character’s inner demons and memories. As the play went on I had to rethink and reorder what I thought had happened.
The set did well at carrying the emotions of brokenness and excitement. As the true house was built the scenery would go back and forth from vibrancy to gloom. The home, the people in the home, and the costumes on the people did a wonderful job of portraying the different stages of our lives and the different uses of our homes. Throughout the play, the different characters displayed different aspects of the human experience. The young boy and the older woman were very important in reinforcing this universal experience. When you are a kid you may be energetic but you are not really in the hustle and bustle of things as adults are. Kids are trying to find their place and the play did a wonderful job of portraying that. The older woman was slower and depicted the maturity of adulthood, she was unbothered by the four middle-aged adult’s movement and showed the least worry toward the young boy. She went on about her business which is, in my mind, what matriarchs do. The four middle-aged adults depicted what adulthood is, moving around constantly, always moving in and out of bed and in and out of the bathroom. The scene I am speaking to particularly was fast, constant, and was interesting to watch.
The entire show was extremely energetic. Around the end, the actors started to bring audience members on stage which was a no for me. At one point it felt like half the audience had been pulled up. That was really interesting to see because no one felt out of place and I almost had to question whether they were actors as well. This part of the show really reminded me of home. Home is never set, it is malleable, everchanging, whether it be the house or the people. My home is my family, even when I am annoyed or upset with them they are still my home, and my home is always growing blood or no blood, they are my home. The depiction of home evergrowing and everchanging resonated with me even though I was somewhat confused.
From what I have read about home my interpretation may be incorrect but what I wrote is what I saw and overall I enjoyed myself. I am not going to lie it was two confusing the no dialogue just made it even worse for me. I would rewatch the play but I do not want to get pulled on stage. 😊