There's a lovely fluency to the banter, but in the end a sadness too as the play encapsulates the unbridgeable gulf between the sexes. One is left with the sense that women inevitably have a more fundamental understanding of men than men have of women.

Just saw this at the Gallery Players and what a delight it was! While the characters can be played by any man and woman believable as a married couple, I think it enhanced the piece to have actors in their 60s/70s.

The play itself is a fresh take on the age-old debate about the differences between men and women. The dialogue is frank without being coarse, even during a discussion of flatulence. There's a wonderful rhythm to it, as the conversation bobs and weaves. Best of all, the relationship created is genuine, funny, and beautiful.

Irreverent and sly, Hovanesian's bedroom duet veers from the scatological to the profound, exploring the double-standards and the nuances of gender, in a sleepy, half-wake half-dreaming pillow talk farce. With rich dialogue and witty banter, we're drawn in, but it's in what the writer does with our expectations that this play really delivers something special. This piece would be terrific onstage. Interesting, too, to imagine the casting possibilities in the wide parameters that the writer has set. What are our assumptions? A play like this subtly subverts them.