“Seems like a clunky interjection of social consciousness on the part of the playwright in an otherwise pointless play, but if that’s how she wants to use this platform, ok.”
Ok, Kelly, you owe me a new keyboard for that one.
In a play that gets funnier and funnier with every absurd line and situation, when McBurnette-Andronicos crosses over into navel-gazing meta-theatricality and then tops it with the aforementioned line, she goes from the ridiculously funny to the sublime. And she makes you think, at the very least about proofreading anything and everything before you click “send.”
“Seems like a clunky interjection of social consciousness on the part of the playwright in an otherwise pointless play, but if that’s how she wants to use this platform, ok.”
Ok, Kelly, you owe me a new keyboard for that one.
In a play that gets funnier and funnier with every absurd line and situation, when McBurnette-Andronicos crosses over into navel-gazing meta-theatricality and then tops it with the aforementioned line, she goes from the ridiculously funny to the sublime. And she makes you think, at the very least about proofreading anything and everything before you click “send.”