DRIP, DROP, THE CRÈME OF THE CROP:
A Review, by Sophie ‘June’.
When you hear the word ‘droplet’, what do you think of?
–Pause for subsequent moment of thought—
No, seriously, what do you think of?
–Pause for another moment of desperate, awkward silence—
Ok. Well, do you think of water? Or did it make you think about how badly you may (or may not) have to pee?
Anyway, it’s good news for all! Droplet, directed by Claire O’ Reilly and Breffni Holahan, encompasses both!
Not only does it involve soul-searching teens peeing in front of each other, but it also involves a fixation with water and its ‘transparent tendencies’ when bubbles are omitted from what is supposed to be a relaxing bath but soon becomes a nonchalant display of ‘private parts’ (spoiler alert: you don’t actually see any private parts in the play—so if that’s what you’re after… go home to your couch and watch porn, I guess!) Sorry to disappoint you and to crush your dreams. It does, however, involve shaving chests and skin that shines like a hairless sphinx cat.
Fixations with nakedness aside, albeit this play was primarily comical and served as a trip to a flower-power-pyjama-party-esque-rave, at the same time it represented a very serious and psychological message. In this sense, the play embodied a paradoxical and self-contradicting nature, but not in the same tone that one would normally perceive a paradox to entail.
On the contrary, the mix of serious and comical tones in the play led to a beautiful theatrical concoction – a cocktail that would make any alcoholic proud.
The play was primarily concerned with the importance and significance of friendship, and depicting the omnipresent and overbearing adolescent search for ‘self.’
The actors all engaged on a brave quest of depicting this, and, despite any potential obstacles that could have arisen, obtained their Holy Grails (Terry Gilliam would have been proud). Cast of Droplet, we salute and hereby dub thee Knights (who say ‘Ni,’ sure).
My mother, a wise Jedi Master, once said something to me that, in a nutshell (‘Help, I’m in a nutshell!), sums up the essence of the play – for me, anyways.
We were having one of our overtly philosophical discussions one evening, which, this time, concerned the books she used to read to me when I was a kid. Stealthily, of course, she made a point of reading books that had important underlying moral messages to them—for which I am grateful to this day.
Amongst these books were such titles as Harold and the Purple Crayon (the moral of which I interpreted to be ‘if something doesn’t exist, create it and bring it into existence with your imaginary purple crayon’), and Pierre: A Cautionary Tale (the moral of which I interpreted as ‘CARE about things, or you will get eaten up and spit out by a giant lion – legit advice).
During this particular discussion, we stumbled across the topic of ‘identity.’ When speaking about the ‘search for self,’ and the morals involved therewith, my mother made the following comment: ‘When we’re born, we’re all given a ‘self’ already. Identity is, in this sense, a predisposition. So why do we worry about spending so much time searching for something when it’s already there? Why do we torture ourselves by doubting that which has already so politely been laid out on the table for us?’
I feel that this comment ties in nicely with the theme of identity in the play and its underlying moral, which I interpreted to be: ‘Embrace who you are, and don’t be afraid of it.’
If you are attracted to dancing, dance. If you are attracted to men, be attracted to men. If you are attracted to women, be attracted to women. And, most importantly, never be afraid to be attracted to your SELF. Go on, Narcissus, have a look at your reflection and admire it for a moment. Fall in love with it.
Embrace who you are and never be afraid of it. The only people who really matter in the end anyway are the ones who put their ideals aside and love you for who you truly are.
As a character in Droplet said towards the end of the play: “Get over yourself.”
…Well, ladies and gents, take him up on his advice. Get over your SELF (so high above it that you’re on CLOUD NINE) and embrace who you are, forever and always. You are loved.