So, yeah. I saw this play about woman talking about clothes. Despite a great cast and intriguing premise, this Vagina Monologues-esque show came off a mostly pandering bore filled with clichés (“bras are uncomfortable,” “shopping for clothes is frustrating, especially when you’re not a size 2,” “black clothes are flattering!”) and manipulative emotions (“My love of boots has never waned — even after I was raped.“) delivered by an underrehearsed cast that seemed — on press night, at least — overly reliant on the script placed before them (SNL-alum Nora Dunn was the worst offender — it was like she was reading her lines for the first times on many occasions).
Yes there were some LOL-worthy moments mixed with a few genuinely touching stories, and the thing moves along quick enough to stave off irritation, but in the end it was just a shoulder-shrug.
But then I’m a dude, so what do I know?
However, the women sitting around me, including my mother, enjoyed the show a lot. Lots of laughter, some tears and a standing ovation. So I wrote with that in mind when covering the show for Chicago Like a Local. Read my thoughts here >