The set was phenomenal, as anyone would tell you, and was cleverly utilized in every possible way. Loved the experimentation with gender. Meg Cashel and Tyler Bremer stole the show in a burlap sack, hopped into a black Cadillac and peeled out on Lillian Way. The Attic Collective’s chemistry with one is as heartwarming as homemade cookies; it makes you want to join in on the fun.
What I didn't like
The show runs a bit long, I feel it could have been shortened by 30 minutes.
My overall impression
The Last Croissant is a dazzling pop-up book of a show that looks like Wes Anderson and sounds like Terry Pratchett. It’s an oddball comedy that tenderly revolves around self-acceptance, personal anxieties, and being true to one’s self.