Walking out of I Heart Catherine Pistachio, my first thought was "What the ever-loving fuck was that?" My second thought was, "Damn, I really didn't want that to end." Lee Mattinson's unusual, twisted play swallows you whole into an R-rated world of cruel parents, lost children, and bizarre circumstances. Imagine if Roald Dahl's The Twits were two skinny blond-wigged men dancing like convulsive ballerinas dressed as…
SOURCE: Mildly Bitter's Musings at 02:05PM on September 9, 2015