Orlando audiences have very long enjoyed Fringe Festival veteran Jon Paterson’s award-winning abilities as a character actor in thrillers like House, comedies like Best Picture and comedic thrillers like Inescapable. But in How I Met My Mom, his 1st-ever solo outing as a author-director, Patterson is actively playing a new and much more going function: himself.
Exhibit and ticket info: How I Met My Mom
His memory enjoy monologue ricochets concerning his youth as a poor-ass brat supplying his extensive-struggling mother infinite agita and her closing drop into dementia, when their roles reversed as he became her caretaker.
Patterson’s re-enactments of his reckless riot, which are riddled with ’80s references, are ridiculously enjoyment to watch thanks to his exuberance, even if stated antics had lifelong repercussions for his familial associations. But it’s the gently devastating facts of his mother’s extended goodbye that really grab the viewer’s heart in a vice grip. In the closing moments, Patterson puts aside his wacky mime and wound-up shipping and delivery for two transcendent words that remaining each and every patron in my row weeping openly.
Hilarious, heartrending and actually human — with a dash of harmonica taking part in for superior measure — How I Satisfied My Mom has nothing to do with the in the same way named sitcom HIMYM, but is unquestionably NTBM (not to be skipped). Just make confident you provide a box of tissues or two, especially if you’ve ever experienced to treatment for an growing older father or mother.