The dense dialogue hits you like a freight train, and you’re expected to hop on and care. Sure, the character cares deeply about her ramblings, but, despite the amount of information she gives, you hardly know her well enough to separate her from a stranger on the street you’d rather avoid. The invisible scene partner (the mother) was annoyed and wanted to leave — she was certainly given enough reason. If high dramatic stakes were present, I missed them in the white noise of the dialogue. The stream of consciousness storytelling did nothing to create dramatic tension and a clean through line. The psychology of plastic surgery addicts, as worthy of acknowledgement as it is, does not alone create compelling drama. This was less like a play and more like therapy on stage.