Director Kyle Cooper wrangled this wild tribe of stage-energy-mongers into a well-oiled hour of phantasmagorical cultural comedy with dark twists of blood bubbles, porn jokes, terminal cancer, and terrific ensemble acting at a sometimes hysterical but often sad and thoughtful pitch. Don’t know what writer Kevin Swanstrom’s CV looks like, but this play floats boatloads of stageworthy tragicomedy. Fun stuff!
What I didn't like
(Hollywood Fringe comes to an end soon…)
My overall impression
Energetic, frenetic, super callifragilistic expialidoshus!