Whoa! Right out of the gate you know you are going to have to be prepared for a ride since the main characters basically immediately dies. Thankfully death cannot stop our heroine or her story. I lost count of the number of characters this talented actress regaled us with. Physical challenges create the backdrop of a unique outlook on life that I was honored to learn about. Cyanne has no fear and attacks her story with confidence. Her story, and her telling of it, will stay with you. ...
Cyanne McClairian’s one woman show, I Died...I Came Back...Whatever will now enjoy the dubious distinction of serving me as an excellent example to call upon when an opinion I hold is in need of bolstering. (Would you believe that doesn’t happen often? Would you believe that if it was reported by Sean Hannity?)
You see, during the just ended Hollywood Fringe, that month long celebration of the arts by the creative clans of Los Angeles, I found myself on more than one occasion discussing definitions.
What qualified as “fringe”?
What qualifies a piece “performance art” as opposed to “self indulgent crap”?
What constituted originality and what deserved damning as downright derivative?
To me theatre is best when the world around is suspended, and reality becomes only what is on stage. I Died… I Came Back… Whatever did just this. It feels as if you’re traveling along with Cyanne as she revisits her hardships, and her joys, taking small lessons from each scene. These lessons slowly build until there is a final grand lesson; a lesson that will touch your heart, or Cyanne’s heart. After all she was having heart surgery.
For more of my review go to https://spencercotter.wordpress.com/2015/06/23/a-whirlwind-ride/...