This is a terrific send up of men who write what they imagine to be strong, three-dimensional female characters when what they are really writing are two-dimensional male fantasies—women who think they are, as Angel says, “all that and a bag chips” until they need a guy to save them. The final twist, and the ending itself, make it all clear: time’s up, fellas. Well done. I’d love to watch an audience react to this wonderfully conceived short play.
This is a terrific send up of men who write what they imagine to be strong, three-dimensional female characters when what they are really writing are two-dimensional male fantasies—women who think they are, as Angel says, “all that and a bag chips” until they need a guy to save them. The final twist, and the ending itself, make it all clear: time’s up, fellas. Well done. I’d love to watch an audience react to this wonderfully conceived short play.