by Tracey Paleo, Gia On The Move

Melina K.

It’s not a gun, an explosion, an accident, a command or a march that will kill you.

It’s LOVE.

It’s a mother’s love for a son that squeezes your already exhausted aching heart so tight from joy and pride and exultation for the perfect beauty you created, then rips it, shreds it, disintegrates it with confusion, tears, anger, guilt and emptiness into ashes and dust until only the almost unspeakable memory of what it might have felt to have a heart remains.

My Child: Mothers of War, a world premiere play by Angeliki Giannokopoulos base on the award-winning documentary, is that kind of love.

There are so many stories unique and yet exact from mothers all over the world; stories of sending their sons and now daughters off to war.  What is fascinating is what they share rather than what are the differences about their experiences, for truly there are none.  Your child is yours.

In My Child: Mothers of War a group of women sit quietly and narrate the details of their respective sons lives and deaths from watching their delicate breathing as infants, accomplishments, boyish adventures, likes, love hopes, dreams and then wonderment at each one’s revelation about wanting to join the military – to become a man, to defend his country, to protects his sisters, mothers, fathers, family from the horrors of violence and war, to “do the right thing” for all.

We are taken through the real life stories of American mothers who talk about the journeys they take with their sons from the start of boot camp to phone calls & emails from the middle of the desert in Iraq to their abrupt deaths and the shocking awareness that for many of them, no amount of life can ever fill the vacancy of loss.

What you come to realize in this piece is that it is the mothers who are the real soldiers having to face a destiny that isn’t even their own, head on, without any sense of control, stability or reality, except for a romantic version of the future that is soon to happen when your child comes home.

It’s not a pro or anti war piece. Nor should you go to this show for that reason.  What it is, is emotional, severely intimate, beautiful and tragic. 

Simply gorgeous portrayals by every one of the actresses supported by a bright, charming and thoroughly talented cast of young men who bring to life the emotional transition of leaving boyhood behind to become men.

Simple, compact and very well directed and staged.  This show perfectly gets the point across in its theatrical form. Be prepared to truly leave the theatre with your heart in your hand.

MY CHILD - MOW - Image SJKMY CHILD:  MOTHERS OF WAR

Based On An Award-winning Documentary
Directed By Angeliki Giannakopoulos

Starring

FRANCES FISHER – MELINA KANAKAREDES – MIMI ROGERS – JEAN SMART – LAURA CERON – MONIQUE EDWARDS

Running Sunday’s only at 7pm through May 31st, 2015.

HUDSON BACKSTAGE THEATRE
6539 Santa Monica Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA. 90038

General admission:  Tickets are $30 and $50 for the opening night gala fundraiser for Fisher House and are available for purchase at: https://www.plays411.net/mychild

Reserve online or call:  (818) 963-8219