GINGER TWINSIES Previews? — Page 2

Saw this earlier this week. There are funny moments and talented actors, but overall it's a bit forced. Worth a rush ticket, but don't break the bank.

GiantsInTheSky2 said: "Some of these commentsare…odd. Like you were expecting something highbrow instead of the silly stupid 90sparody it’s clearly advertised as.

The main aspectof their marketing campaign is two actors goofing around in sh*tty red bob wigs. Why are we surprised that this isn’t a traditional kind of play is beyond me."

I don't think that's what everyone here was expecting, it’s just not that great of a parody, especially when compared to other shows that have tried to do the same thing, like Titanique.

‘Ginger Twinsies’ Review: Loud, Crude, and Exhaustingly Unfunny

Off-Broadway’s Ginger Twinsies wants to be a clever parody of The Parent Trap—but instead, it’s a chaotic, painfully self-aware mess that mistakes volume for comedy and nostalgia for substance.

Writer-director Kevin Zak’s one-act spoof, now playing at the Orpheum Theatre, leans so heavily on millennial sentimentality and 1990s pop culture references that anyone outside the 29-to-44 demo will likely feel locked out—and those within it may just feel embarrassed. The premise is simple: grown adults Aneesa Folds and Russell Daniels, who look absolutely nothing alike, play the iconic redheaded twins once portrayed by Lindsay Lohan. The gag wears thin within minutes.

The show barrels forward with manic energy and a screeching cast that leaves no room for nuance. Every joke is bellowed with the subtlety of a jackhammer. What’s meant to be irreverent farce quickly devolves into a 90-minute shouting match where actors seem more like caffeinated camp counselors than skilled comedians.

There’s some skill here, buried under all the noise. Phillip Taratula does manage to wring some laughs as a cartoonish version of the villainous Meredith, and Jimmy Ray Bennett’s deadpan shifts between characters offer brief relief. But these moments are fleeting and drowned out by the overall chaos.

The staging is cheap and cluttered, with Beowulf Boritt’s juvenile set design looking like it was crafted for a third-grade history fair. Crayola Big Ben and all.

By the time the cast hits its stride—somewhere around the halfway mark—you’ll be too exhausted to care. Jokes about Whitney Houston, Village People, and a string of increasingly desperate sexual innuendos try to liven things up, but mostly just feel forced and oddly mean-spirited.

In the end, Ginger Twinsies isn’t so much a parody as it is a sugar-high meltdown. It plays like a college sketch comedy show that never grew up. For a production that prides itself on energy, the result is surprisingly lifeless. Even nostalgia has its limits.

Save your money—and your eardrums.

I saw this tonight. It was dumb and fun, and I laughed a lot. That was all I was looking for, and that was all I got. Most of the jokes were cheap and expected, and I didn't care a whip.

KrupYou said: "‘Ginger Twinsies’ Review: Loud, Crude, and Exhaustingly Unfunny

Off-Broadway’s Ginger Twinsies wants to be a clever parody of The Parent Trap—but instead, it’s a chaotic, painfully self-aware mess that mistakes volume for comedy and nostalgia for substance.

Writer-director Kevin Zak’s one-act spoof, now playing at the Orpheum Theatre, leans so heavily on millennial sentimentality and 1990s pop culture references that anyone outside the 29-to-44 demo will likely feel locked out—and those within it may just feel embarrassed. The premise is simple: grown adults Aneesa Folds and Russell Daniels, who look absolutely nothing alike, play the iconic redheaded twins once portrayed by Lindsay Lohan. The gag wears thin within minutes.

The show barrels forward with manic energy and a screeching cast that leaves no room for nuance. Every joke is bellowed with the subtlety of a jackhammer. What’s meant to be irreverent farce quickly devolves into a 90-minute shouting match where actors seem more like caffeinated camp counselors than skilled comedians.

There’s some skill here, buried under all the noise. Phillip Taratula does manage to wring some laughs as a cartoonish version of the villainous Meredith, and Jimmy Ray Bennett’s deadpan shifts between characters offer brief relief. But these moments are fleeting and drowned out by the overall chaos.

The staging is cheap and cluttered, with Beowulf Boritt’s juvenile set design looking like it was crafted for a third-grade history fair. Crayola Big Ben and all.

By the time the cast hits its stride—somewhere around the halfway mark—you’ll be too exhausted to care. Jokes about Whitney Houston, Village People, and a string of increasingly desperate sexual innuendos try to liven things up, but mostly just feel forced and oddly mean-spirited.

In the end, Ginger Twinsies isn’t so much a parody as it is a sugar-high meltdown. It plays like a college sketch comedy show that never grew up. For a production that prides itself on energy, the result is surprisingly lifeless. Even nostalgia has its limits.

Save your money—and your eardrums."


Your “review” reads like it was written by the “mean girl” at a middle school newspaper.

I don't know why I expected there to be more reviews for this. Possibly being a gay who's online too much made it seem like a bigger deal than it really is, just another off-Broadway show.

A few more reviews:

DC Theater Arts:

Over-the-top uproarious parody ‘Ginger Twinsies’ at Off-Broadway’s Orpheum Theatre



Exeunt NYC

Review: Ginger Twinsies at the Orpheum Theatre

A new parody of The Parent Trap delivers mile-a-minute laughs. Lane Williamson reviews.

If you want a joke every 10 seconds, this one’s for you. My face hurt from smiling so much.

DiscoCrows said: "

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Referring to the Lohan version?

Saw this last night using the $41 GT411 discount code (which is a great move if you want to pick your seat in a terribly cramped theatre and not be at the mercy of rush assignments).

I had fun. It’s not as brilliant a parody as Titaniqué or as well constructed as Oh, Mary, but it is a goofy diversion for 80 minutes. I hadn’t watched The Parent Trap in years, but it’s also probably so burned into my millennial DNA that I caught most of the film’s references. The rest of it plays like a home run derby of pop culture references, where you end up trying to catch/laugh at as many as you can at the detriment of missing some possibly better jokes - some of which are gut-busting deep cuts. The cast are working their asses off and then some, with Phillip Taratula coming out at the breakout star playing Meredith Blake et. al. It was worth the $41 I spent.

Side note: This theatre is in dire need of some renovation, particularly with seating. I was on an aisle and I spent half of the show trying to get into an awkward but semi comfortable position because there is ZERO leg room unless you happen to be a small child. Additionally, the sound system could also use an upgrade since, the further back you are, the harder it can be to hear the play over the 18 rows of audience members laughing in front of you.