“What do I like?” What do I like about a Belgian chocolate, the way you bite into the outer skin, to be flooded with new sweetness, inside. Sketch by sketch, such a delicious counterpoint.
What I didn't like
There is no way to improve a perfect performance. And the deployment of the projection screen worked mighty fine, establishing our experience of setting. (If it were me, I would darken those two folding chairs, or use others, in that one short, sitcom take-off sketch.
They chairs bright, so white, they assault— they compete with the actors for the eye’s attention, a diversion from the visual joys.)
My overall impression
Am coming back for more. To savor every second, again. To feed my endless craving to be pleasured.