At 1 hour, 45 minutes, it's quite a painful bore, with an amateurishly haphazard sense of pacing that makes one feel that many light years have passed in the course of the evening. Aya Cash does a very good job bringing a bit of spontaneity and life to a pair of rather silly roles, but everyone else seems to be more or less just wandering around the theatre. Many people get credit as either writers or creators, which may be a good argument against creating theatre by committee. That said, there were a few pleasant chuckles, but it still has the aroma of an undergraduate project created by students who just took a class in nonlinear narrative (and didn't quite get it)