Kris Barrero

Jennifer Aniston births and delivers one of the most authentic and organic portrayals of raw pain; both what it feels like as well as what it looks like; through the eyes of the sufferer as well as to the onlookers. As a fellow chronic pain sufferer, as well as one who has sustained monumental losses and incomprehensible traumas, Ms. Aniston hits every note and nuance of living with unrelenting physical and emotional pain and anguish. Being trapped in such a cycle is one thing, overcoming said cycle to the point of resurrection and restoration is another level completely. A level which bridges the human to the Divine. One can only save, heal, free and reinvent oneself. It can’t be done for us and we can’t do it for anyone else. But, within the courageous act of so-doing, we spread the ripple which carries with it the potential to be a springboard for another human soul to follow suit within, (and, hopefully, leading out of), their own anguish. The decision and determination to create and maintain an internal space for the cultivation of gratitude is key. With that being said, the surly wit and impeccably-timed arid utterances of her character’s razor-sharp, dark-humored quips (oftentimes directed only to herself),while dwelling within the state of self-imposed isolation or at least semi-isolation, is so understood, so appreciated and so utterly relatable. Masterful portrayal.