Burying the lead with the audience not knowing that this is a personal memory is so freaking brilliant. The specificity of the bat as the protagonist and through-line throughout was so smart.
I really love that we don’t know who Nalini was in the hospital with in her real life experience of the place.
What I didn't like
Some moments went on a little long and felt unmoored, but I didn’t even care. Being in certain beats for an uncomfortably long time, kind of added to the fever dream aspect.
My overall impression
I chose a random show to attend last night and I am so glad it was this one! Zany and brilliant. Horny and batshit. Lots of pitch-perfect clowning collide with the surprisingly heartfelt fever-dream of personal memory. Nalini is a beautiful talent and a reminder that there’s profound artistry operating in the LA underground. And it all deserves to be seen.