A clever dark take on American depravity finds one man embodying a depressingly honest JFK, homicidal Wall Street brokers, tourists trying to "eat as much as we can before we die" and a Nazi-fixated Céline Dion.
Performer and playwright Peter Aterman has a honed gift for accents and mimicry, earning laughs from solid character work as well as his writing.
And this is a sharp script, with a deadpan story of a food-court castration as well as an inspired "Archie Comix as Fascist Allegory" lecture as clear standouts. But hammering away at one theme starts to drag during the 75-minute production, particularly given the easy targets materialistic Americans (and, let’s face it, Canadians) make.
A final lullaby on America’s Second World War sacrifices — keeping democratic capitalism’s horrific alternatives at bay — brings a tonal variety it would have been nice to see throughout the show.
— Matt TenBruggencate