Local playwright Tala Gammon evidently didn’t get Rick Blaine’s memo about the problems of three little people not amounting to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Accordingly, she presents us with three young women gobsmacked to find themselves living alone after arranging to move in with their boyfriends. (Two are dumpees, one is a dumper.)
In flashbacks, Gammon shows us the girls in various stages of boy-awareness in grade school and high school, but even there, the tone of the piece stays exasperatingly dour and humourless, without significant insight.
Props and sympathy to actor James Firby, who bravely meets the obligation of exemplifying male inadequacy in playing different boyfriends to all three of the women.
— Randall King
From the official Fringe Festival program:
After months of planning, three women find themselves alone in apartments meant for two. Forging into playrooms and classrooms of their childhood, they struggle to regain their self-worth.
addpunctuationtheatre’s latest coaxes, "Open the door…" but this isn’t some stupid movie, and stalking people isn’t romantic. Just keep that in mind.
Venue#4 Onstage at the Playhouse 180 Market Ave (Entrance on John Hirsch Pl)
Discount Tickets: $7 for Matinees, Students, Seniors