Evelyn Reese: lover, fighter, secretary. Adorned in a fox-fur and chain-smoking to boot, our dear Ms Reese really shines though with stories of her past loves, her family Christmas parties and her poofter friends. As she shimmies bow-legged across the stage, her pink-fluo shoes wobble along beside her, as if trailing a train-wrecked life.
The first half of the show was definite power-house comedy. But once the lights turn on for the second part, one is left wanting something different. Torontoist wanted to perhaps delve deeper into who Evelyn is and why she is… as she is. More finely tuned stories to that effect would have enlivened the second half.
But over-all, the camp-esque Evelyn Reese is pretty spot on and fabulous. Or at least she thinks that she is.
Warning: Some Language. Some lipstick on the teeth.
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