Meg is so adept at building a whole world or a relationship with the simplest little suggestion of place, a mimed rock thrown into a lake, a plunger with a fedora on it. It’s the best kind of comedic theater!
What I didn't like
I was having such a good time I wanted it to be longer!
My overall impression
Meg’s compelling vignettes are like a series of Alice and wonderland rabbit holes that play with tropes of the heart and the heartland in such a fun way, exaggerating it, subtly critiquing it, and ultimately melting it into silly goo