I loved the tease of the costume, sitting there as a set piece for most of the show. Once she was in it, you really understand the great choice to let it sit on stage and build anticipation.
What I didn't like
I wish Fringe would make a distinction between between one person plays, like this one, and solo performance, which tend to lend themselves to personal journeys. Both viable forms, but they shouldn’t really be in the same category.
My overall impression
Kristina Mueller pulls off the impossible, making the mother of the orange-faced world leader a sympathetic and engaging. She creates a broken matriarch who agonizes over her decisions long after she’s made them. Kristina is engaging, powerful and embraces her demented creation with loving arms. Tinks Lovelace stages the play in such a way as to maximize the separation from the character and the audience, isolating her in her crazed musings.
I can’t wait for the next thing they collaborate on.