This show wasn’t my style, but I was so taken by the performance and richly integrated technical elements that I was on board for the duration. I don’t precisely balk at Beckettian follies filtered through postfeminist ennui, especially as well-executed as this. I think perhaps the fact that this was not only a midnight show but the seventh I’d seen today had some effect on my judgement. Nonetheless, it is challenging, in all the right ways and for all the right reasons.
You can expect a legitimate, artistic piece, quite a bit above and beyond the standards of what I would consider par for the Fringe aesthetic. I feel compelled to stage the work in a venue that more aptly frames the extensive scrutiny so generously afforded the piece. This is really quite special, and if you take my meaning, I arrived feeling under-dressed.