Rabbit Hole

I remember reading Rabbit Hole, the playwright by David Lindsay-Abaire, when I took theatre in college the beginning of my junior year. I remember reading it trying to figure out the race of these people because you couldn’t really tell. It really seemed like a story that could be relatable to anyone of any race. I guess you can say I had to really read into the book because I had to write an analysis on it. That playwright was the best one I read out of all the others the class had to read. When reading a playwright it can be challenging when trying to really understand the emotions of these characters. I was intrigued when I heard a movie was out based on the playwright. Of course I had to watch it and see Nicole Kidman’s and Aaron Eckhart’s performance (directed by John Cameron Mitchell). Yes, of course there would be differences between the movie and the playwright, but the story line was still the same. While watching the movie, all I could think about was how I felt Rebecca (Nicole Kidman) was secretly stalking her son’s killer. I kind of felt bad for her. I felt she was constantly bringing on the pain herself. She took down pictures of her son, washed his clothes, gave his dog away and even liked to have public park visits with her son’s killer. Excuses were always made about why she couldn’t call her friends, not realizing that sometimes you need friends to help build you back up after a tragedy. I felt sorry for Rebecca because it’s like she wanted to keep that reminder of pain around, like that was the only way to keep the memory of her son alive within her. Pain took over her life; like she could only live through the pain. That’s not a good way to live. If you let pain take over your life…you’re basically dead. You have to take it one day at a time. Time may not heal memories, but time can heal the pain.