Last Wednesday, the night was met with a daring performance that would have left you contemplating years past.
Miss Understood follows Makena Kahuha as she gives an account of the most pivotal moments of her life.
The one-hander leaves no stone unturned as it unpacks the generational gap concerning morals, parenting, love, and patterns formed from a series of events spanning decades. Makena digs deep on the impact her mother’s personality has played in her life and her moral compass in raising her, which, of course, is not shy of comparing her younger years with what she stands for in the present.
Speaking of patterns, Makena gives a clear chronology of her father’s misdeeds, her perception of him, and the impact he has had on her mother’s life. Her performance exudes a rare kind of vulnerability. A plain canvas spilled with color, Makena pours herself totally into the canvas of her past and spills her bottled-up range of colors of the present.
The aforementioned takes a broader view of how the choices of the previous generation have affected the present, a well-articulated slap on the wrist.
On a light note, Makena enacts impersonations that invest one in the mindsets of the characters in such a subtle way. A highlight being that of her mother, a tantrum-ready persona who goes guns blazing at any inconvenience.
Miss Understood, however, settles entirely on the self; a level of reverence to the generation passed, despite their flaws and mistakes, would have acted as a concrete reconciliation. A sense of not being defined by the traumas inflicted on many of us and moving beyond what they did and didn’t do, a sense of not only identifying with their misgivings but also taking a step in not making them visible in our day, for there to be rectification after expression.
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