We tell ourselves stories to protect ourselves. We build worlds insides ourselves to make sense of the world outside of ourselves.
Entering into The Half of It brings you into both the internal and external world of the central character. External is musty, sparse, dim. Internal is chaotic, throbbing and silently screaming.
But what use is screaming when there is no one there to hear? The woman is alone, and the stain on her carpet offers her no reply. She carries on storytelling regardless.
The performance is tightly wound, and relentless, with a kernel of dark Cork humour. Karen Cogan is simply compelling. Simple, in the very best way. There is no need to convince, or convey, she simply is.
Actually, the entire world created in The Half of It simply IS. The space is real, the atmosphere is humming, the justification for all of the woman’s action’s are far too human to deny.
If we all contain a multitude of worlds within is, this a world very much worth visiting.
Aine for DRAFF
The Half of It by MOMMO runs as part of the Dublin Fringe Festival until September 24th. Image: Cathal Cleary
Posted: 19th September 2017