One of the many things I love about a Prillaman play is that many actions may seem absurd and some characters tangential, yet by the time you get to the end you realize that everything matters. It's almost a magic trick as you start out thinking you're reading something fun and breezy, but by the end you're hit with something profound. In this case I feel like I ended up understanding the concept of absence in this play in a very different way. A witty, exhilarating, and thoughtful ride.

In the spirit of Jen Silverman's "The Moors," but through the lens of high camp and hilarity, Prillaman's brilliant script is laugh-out loud funny. I adore a play that asks for theater to create magic without saying how. Enough is left up to the imagination that one could envision a director having the time of their life working on this script. It begs to be produced.

I fell in love with this inventive and theatrical piece. I laughed out loud. I shook my head in wonder. I felt my mind stretched (after donning a hat) to consider the meaning behind these fascinating characters and their conversations. I was especially captivated by Fizel’s dream. All in all - brilliant!