Brutal. Brutal kind of the way Hannah Gadsby's Nanette is brutal, but in many ways angrier, more immediate, more "as I share what happened to me then, you will experience it now, Now, NOW, and you won't get to flinch either." It captures the raw honestly found in stand-up that emerges from our darkest, most painful experiences. Yet this is not a stand-up act; it is a solo play about a woman doing a stand-up act about the transformative experience of rape. It's an indictment. It's a mic drop. It's a dissection of soul.
Brutal. Brutal kind of the way Hannah Gadsby's Nanette is brutal, but in many ways angrier, more immediate, more "as I share what happened to me then, you will experience it now, Now, NOW, and you won't get to flinch either." It captures the raw honestly found in stand-up that emerges from our darkest, most painful experiences. Yet this is not a stand-up act; it is a solo play about a woman doing a stand-up act about the transformative experience of rape. It's an indictment. It's a mic drop. It's a dissection of soul.