This Random World: Director Aimée Bruneau

     In THIS RANDOM WORLD, the play you are about to see, our beloved character Scottie realizes in Scene 7:

SCOTTIE: If I could do it all over again, Rhonda, I would have doubted more. What was I so busy being certain about? I chased away most of the wonder from my life by telling myself I already knew good from bad, right from wrong, left from right, and all the rest of it. God, what a tedious woman I must have been.

But uncertainty...doubt...oh, lord, doubt is so appealing to me now.

Doubt is the unmarked door.



     Directors are supposed to have it all figured out. They are expected to lead a production with a certain vision of the play.

     Like Scottie, I find certainty tedious. This production is simply one stumbling revelation after the other by a dedicated ensemble. Sitting here, writing Director’s Notes, I’m thinking: “Who am I to tell you, an audience of considerable intelligence, what to think about this play?”

     Whenever we come to the theater, we see ourselves in it. An actor reminds us of an old boyfriend. The anguish of a dying character makes us think about death and loss in our own lives. Another character says something that just sounds so ... familiar.

     Theater is a mirror. We see ourselves in it.

​     The human experience has been mirrored through storytelling for a really long time​: ​The tale of the hunt while gathered around fires in caves. The ​historical ​tragedies and comedies of now-dead playwrights​ have been presented for hundreds of years. And​, we come to this space, here, now, in magical Ajijic,​ for the same fix.

     Don’t listen to me. What do I know?

     But look for yourself in these scenes. You’re there for sure.