Last night, I caught the one woman play “Playing My Hand” at the Altarena Playhouse in Alameda. It was a story of a middle aged woman struggling with a gambling addiction and all the emotions that go with it.
I hated this. The actress was also the writer and she was way too dramatic for my taste. The story told over 1.5 hours centered around the angst of a middle age woman as she juggled her duties as a mom, a wife, and an elementary school teacher. Her only excitement had been the occasional gamble during family vacations to Lake Tahoe. But when a local indian gaming casino opened up closer to home, her occasional pension for gambling became a full blown addiction. I didn’t find her to be endearing at any point of the story. Instead of sympathy, I felt pity for her. Many people in the audience were laughing but I couldn’t stop checking my watch. I was so glad when it finally ended.
While I applaud Altarena’s effort to support local artists, this was terrible and glad that it wont’ be coming back.