It was horribly irresponsible of me to wait so long to post this review, and even worse not to have pitched this show that much harder, and to even more people.
Sex, AKA Weiners and Boobs, may have a slightly misleading title, but you'll be glad you showed up. The pedigree of talent behind the show is complimented nicely by the talent in front of it, particularly by the narrator of the show. I felt more than a little cheated on his behalf that he was born a decade or so too late to have shown up on The State or, just as easily, Mr. Show, as he kept me laughing and engaged every moment he was onstage.
Ultimately, this show is only going to suffer from too much description on my part. Suffice it to say, it's a terrific revelry in professiona...
Carl Kozlowski fell asleep at the wheel of his car, made Oscar-winning actress Hilary Swank think he died mid-interview and had to race an LA bus at 90 mph. Now he's ready to share his craziest narcoleptic misadventures with you. Strap in!