A show for Fringers, a show for struggling artists, a show for Jews grappling with identity and active genocide. I felt seen, I felt drawn in. It was intimate and sweet and strange and silly. I loved the show unraveling on itself with flawed scripts, and the overlapping nature of the stories. Greg weaves a beautiful tapestry of narratives that elevate each other in their interconnectedness.
What I didn't like
chef’s kiss
My overall impression
A cohesive, thorough, compelling, genuine, heartfelt exploration of the self—as an artist, as a nonbinary queer person, as a Jew. It’s beautiful to watch such self-reflective and self-aware art as it’s rare and rarely done this well even when it happens.