The fundamental premise for this play is bulletproof to begin with -- every potential ticketbuyer on every theater's mailing list has pets or knows someone with pets. Even if it were just a by-the-numbers "cats are like this, dogs are like that" exercise, it would be a winner. But turns out this script deftly executes the concept with twisted hilarity, philosophical complexity, and resonant humanity. Meditations on mortality/what makes life worth living, AND poop jokes? Sign me up.
The fundamental premise for this play is bulletproof to begin with -- every potential ticketbuyer on every theater's mailing list has pets or knows someone with pets. Even if it were just a by-the-numbers "cats are like this, dogs are like that" exercise, it would be a winner. But turns out this script deftly executes the concept with twisted hilarity, philosophical complexity, and resonant humanity. Meditations on mortality/what makes life worth living, AND poop jokes? Sign me up.