Wow. That was bad. I mean really, really bad. Amateurish, inept writing in the extreme, with characters conversing and arguing like no actual humans have ever conversed or argued before.
The actors (save Turner) are not skilled enough to rise above the script, with one of them succumbing to it completely. One can only think "Congratulations, Miss Logan" about Deborah Cox escaping this show.
I'm a big fan of Turner, but her talents are totally wasted here. I assume she owed a friend a favor, especially after she took over the directing duties too.
There are a few unintentional laughs peppered throughout the evening, but they're not plentiful enough to recommend seeing this for camp value. I'm sure we'll see more plays in the coming years exploring transgender issues. As this play reminds us, "It gets better," which is true by default because it can't get much worse.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!