rehabilitation; success and identity (sunday post)
By rb.richxSeptember 26, 2015 - 16:13

Three days before the production opened, she could barely speak her letter to her Dad. She had to read it; she couldn’t remember it. She had no attitude. Her affect was flat. I thought this was hopeless, that the performance would be a debacle. But Jones kept working with her; she made her stand with her hand on her hip for the last line: “How do you like me now?” When she was forced to move a certain way, her reading became more intense. By the opening, Garret did thrust her hips and remember her lines. She made the audience listen, commanding their attention. Whether her family (the ones there, the father not) were changed by what they heard, whether she herself was, once the public performance was over, I don’t know.