I was gonna write a cutesy punny little review, y’know “when I entered Your Mother’s Vagina, I knew I’d be totally satisfied,” blah blah.
But the truth is, I don’t want to be cutesy or punny. Because it deserves far more than that.
I was expecting laughs, because Amy Chaffee makes me laugh. I wasn’t expecting tears. Amy’s characters are so well-drawn that you know who they are right away without the need for the clumsy exposition so many writers fall back on. Beth Gudenrath and Rachel Hirshorn approach each sentence with relish, as though they’re relieved to have words that women actually SAY falling out of their mouths.
Because I don’t like discussing plot/story points in reviews because SPOILERS, I will say just one more thing: when this play ended, I was sorry it was over and wished for a few more acts. When was the last time you heard someone say that?