From Toilet to Tinseltown has a clever premise in theory. In practice, it is 30 minutes of Moaning Mrytle whining, with the occasional one-liner thrown in. Her journey to and around Hollywood is a scathing indictment of the city and all of its inhabitants. This was clever and witty for a joke or two, but it failed to lend any substance or growth to the character. As half of the play revolved around this, it got old fast. I’m a huge Harry Potter fan, but I can’t jump on board with this fanfic.