
Lally calls Stories I Want to Tell You in Person “play”, but it is more of a spoken word performance where Lally relates a series of anecdotes about her life and writing process.

Bruce was and is all too easily dismissed as a foul-mouthed junkie. Both of these things may be true, but he was so much more than that.

Curly bursts onto the scene with a vibrant rendition of Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin’ and all my childhood memories flood in with the force of a cattle stampede.

A dinner like no other, this play is a feast of indigestible pseudo philosophy, sychophantic admiration, machiavellian plotting, towering hypocrisy and class deconstruction, served with a sweet overlay of some lusciously funny lines.

Great dialogue and prose mixed with a beautiful use of space and movement, these blend together harmoniously to achieve just the right balance.

The title made me a little wary. I should've taken heed. It's My Party (And I'll Die If I Want To) is, for the most part downright bloody silly.

Since in both philosophy and experience, the journey is, arguably, the most edifying part, Victoria Haralabidou’s debut play is, at once, mystifying and fascinating.