What I liked
Loathe as I am to admit it, my romances have been occasionally peculiar and strugglesome. It sometimes feels as though I’ve missed my chance, both to find love and an acceptance of myself in all my brilliant weirdness. From the beginning, I find this piece reminds me that life is not a destination, but a wonderful journey best lived with someone willing to explore the curving road ahead. I felt inspired, and in the charming play between two people who love each other very much, I felt that I had so much more to discover from life, both my own and other people’s. I needed to see this; maybe you do, too.
What I didn't like
I wouldn’t try to change a thing. While this is a performance by two women, it isn’t a feat of acting so much as it is a story told by partners. I would find it as comfortable in a living room as a theater, but a theater tends to seat more people, so it seems like that’s a much more reasonable choice. This is the sort of thing Fringe presents very well: telling human truths, painting whole worlds out of a few chairs and a table, spinning more stories out of a glance and a smile between performers than layers of artifice ever could.
My overall impression
In staging this piece, one could easily drift into protest or the theater of activism. I don’t disagree with these as artistic choices, but what I find so heartwarming and appealing about this piece is that it is performed as simple fact – as documentary theater – without falling into justifying itself. This is a love story between two people who clearly love each other very much. As with all love stories, it has one or two unusual quirks, but the familiarity of kindness and comfort fills my heart, no matter how seemingly unfamiliar the twists and turns along the way.
