Why were we crying? Was it watching the roaring chemistry of true love fizzling to a cinder before our eyes?
I like the Drunken Monkey enough to bite my tongue and just get over myself when it comes to rhymey, catchy sexism
This is not a play that spoon feeds its audience, instead it is uncompromising and full of complex ideas
The play’s warmer moments and rounded characters are what you leave the theatre thinking about
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