We arrived at about 7:45; the play was to start at 8. At the time we arrived, they hadn’t even started letting people into the playhouse. We arrived while a woman was explaining some things, and shortly thereafter we were allowed to enter. We were told the normal things like “no photography” and “please turn off your cell phones;” and since this was a dress rehearsal, the house manager (if you can call him that), explained that the set was completely finished (usually not the case for a dress rehearsal).

The play featured only one actress, a leggy brunette haired woman with blonde highlights. She was visually pleasing, and she was an exceptional actress! I was convinced only once that she had forgotten her line. Had she slipped up at any other point, she did a fantastic job hiding it. While her facial expressions, body language and overall appearance helped make the play more interesting, I did not find the play to be particularly good.

One of the things I disliked was that the actress was all by herself. While it allowed me to appreciate her exceptional acting even more, I felt that one or two more actors on the stage would have made it far more enjoyable. The entire play took place in her New York apartment, with her trying on various sexy shoes and telling a story the entire time. A few times, she even stripped down to her undergarments on stage to change. John Riley commented that this was to keep the men in the audience interested.

That’s essentially what the ENTIRE play consisted of, a story. The story of the woman’s life was interesting enough, but I just found the play a bit lacking. The women in the audience seemed to thoroughly enjoy the play. From the male perspective, John Riley said it perefectly: “You know how there are chick flicks? That was a chick play.” Had I not been with my grandmother, I would still have found the play entertaining enough to stay for the whole thing; several people, however, left at intermission.