Too bad writer-performer David Lee's scattered solo show doesn't posses the same kind of visceral power. Portraying Bryant as a dippy sponsorship-whoring celebutard, Lee borrows a bit too much from drag cabaret shtick: Otherwise-clever devices—such as protractedly lip-synching Bryant's sappy songs or conducting a lengthy interview with a Ken doll—stifle the show's momentum. And while skewering Bryant proves to be nauseatingly relevant, one wishes Lee would drop the camp goofiness and really give old Anita her just desserts.
Presented by Kangagirl Productions as part of the New York International Fringe Festivalat the Actors' Playhouse, 100 Seventh Ave. South, NYC.
Aug. 15–29. Remaining performances: Wed., Aug. 19, 3:45 p.m.; Sat., Aug. 22, 7:45 p.m.; .Sat., Aug. 29, 2:15 p.m.
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