What I liked
I liked the songs. I liked the book. I liked the story. I liked the pacing. I liked the actors. I liked the humor. I liked the little chocolate coin they handed me as I wandered into the theater.
What I didn't like
I’ve been sitting in my chair, spinning in circles and struggling to come up with a cohesive suggestion for an improvement that wasn’t just “take everything that’s already a 10 and make it an 11.”
But then I remembered the mustache fell off one of the actors in the opening number. Boom. Use better mustache adhesives or lose it! Criticism achieved.
My overall impression
I’ll keep this short because at this point the show doesn’t really need one more person going on and on at length about how good it is.
“Pockets” is the best thing I’ve seen at Fringe this year. Not even close.
