Everyone of her characters popped off the stage. It didn’t matter one bit that many of the American references went right over my ignorant British head. I was with Stevie for all of it. Her costumes and wigs and the ginger pubes and the doll with the bubblegum in her hair were all so perfect.
What I didn't like
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My overall impression
I. Loved. This. Show. It was such a joy to step into the magical mayhem of Stevie’s mind and I wish I could have stayed longer. I don’t know how she did it but her kaleidoscope of truly unique-to-her identities also managed to make me feel so seen.