Review by anonymous
June 10, 2025 certified reviewerWhat I liked
The intensity and rigor, the stupidity and calm, the fog, the deer, the poetry, the phone calls, the wig and the strange speechifying, the musical theater references, the gay archive of older cultural phenomenon, the boy in a dress of it all, the playfulness and sudden sadness.
What I didn't like
There was a moment when it seemed inevitable that Nancy would pull out a tin can or something and very elegantly poop in it but that didn’t happen.
My overall impression
Seamus is working at the edge of so many different forms — it’s as if he’s testing the limits of each of them; clown, tragedy, camp, the American musical, the history play, and cabaret. All of it in service to a mysterious ghost story that rises up between the cracks until the whole space is thick with fog. It’s funny, it’s disconcerting, and it practices a kind of perfect restraint. Nancy doesn’t need you or anybody else to perform her strange routine in purgatory, and Seamus doesn’t need you either — it’s clear that he’s performing on behalf of the gay ghost world that Mrs. Reagan ignored, and we’re just lucky to be there.
