Alas, "Bette Davis Ain't for Sissies" is not remotely persuasive. For starters, Sherr and director-dramaturge Theresa Gambacorta fail to answer the most important question of any one-person show: To whom is the character talking?, which results in awkwardly unmotivated hopscotching through "Bette's memories," as the program puts it. Sherr neither looks nor sounds like the legendary star, despite an erratic attempt at a self-consciously cultured New England accent. Worse, this Davis is suffused with self-pity, an emotion the flinty, iconoclastic, and ferociously intelligent original would have despised.
Self-presented as part of the New York International Fringe Festival at the Clemente Soto Velez Cultural Center's Kabayitos Theatre, 107 Suffolk St., NYC. Aug. 12–28. Remaining performances: Sat., Aug. 13, 7 p.m.; Sun., Aug. 14, 3 p.m.; Thu., Aug. 18, 5 p.m.; Thu., Aug. 25, 9 p.m.; Sun., Aug. 28, 4:15 p.m. (866) 468-7619 or www.fringenyc.org.














