Love, Loss, and What I Wore
By Pat Singer
Love, Loss, and What I Wore is a show about women, for women. It is based on the best selling 1995 memoir by Ilene Beckerman and adapted for the stage by sisters Nora & Delia Ephron, known for hit films such as When Harry Met Sally, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Julie & Julia and Sleepless in Seattle. They have often collaborated and sometimes consider themselves “of one brain.”
A heavenly soup du jour with a brilliant cast of five phenomenally colorful and strong actresses trying to determine if life really revolves around clothes, or clothes revolve around our emotional lives. These women use clothing and accessories and the memories they trigger, to dish and tell funny and sometimes poignant stories that reflect the cycle of life in a way that only women can relate to and truly understand.
Each actress captured the essence of her story and communicated it with great comic precision. They partake in these risqué narratives and side-splitting monologues from the perspective of a myriad of different women. With all dressed in chic black and seated on five stools in front of podiums, you might think you are at a reading. Oh, but what a reading! They are wise and witty and are so tuned into each other, which we all know is a trait that most women “own.”
It is an extremely funny laugh-out-loud kind of show. 90% of the audience was women and the 10% were the men who appreciated them. Both the men and women were convulsed with laughter as they gallivanted through hysterical details of the various clothing and accessories in their life.
The entire evening’s entertainment was mocking, derisive and sarcastic, with an uproarious delivery of some of the funniest lines in memory. The material is smartly written, clever and fun.
A monologue about a Hermes bag which starts gently as a search for this “must have” bag becomes a soapbox for what becomes an utterly outrageous rant on the craziness and idiocy of our attachment to this accessory--all of the stuff we carry, the inevitable disorganization thus declaring that “in a horrible, awful way, that handbag is you!” The delivery of this had everyone just about rolling on the floor. It brought down the house.
Love, Loss, and What I Wore is ingenious, touching and screamingly funny all rolled in one. As near perfect an evening as you would want …. Quick, run out and grab your mother, daughter, grandmother, sister or girl friend and have a blast. This is truly an evening to remember. There isn’t a woman alive, of any age, who wouldn’t find this hysterical and a little cathartic.
Love, Loss, and What I Wore is a show about women, for women. It is based on the best selling 1995 memoir by Ilene Beckerman and adapted for the stage by sisters Nora & Delia Ephron, known for hit films such as When Harry Met Sally, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Julie & Julia and Sleepless in Seattle. They have often collaborated and sometimes consider themselves “of one brain.”
A heavenly soup du jour with a brilliant cast of five phenomenally colorful and strong actresses trying to determine if life really revolves around clothes, or clothes revolve around our emotional lives. These women use clothing and accessories and the memories they trigger, to dish and tell funny and sometimes poignant stories that reflect the cycle of life in a way that only women can relate to and truly understand.
Each actress captured the essence of her story and communicated it with great comic precision. They partake in these risqué narratives and side-splitting monologues from the perspective of a myriad of different women. With all dressed in chic black and seated on five stools in front of podiums, you might think you are at a reading. Oh, but what a reading! They are wise and witty and are so tuned into each other, which we all know is a trait that most women “own.”
It is an extremely funny laugh-out-loud kind of show. 90% of the audience was women and the 10% were the men who appreciated them. Both the men and women were convulsed with laughter as they gallivanted through hysterical details of the various clothing and accessories in their life.
The entire evening’s entertainment was mocking, derisive and sarcastic, with an uproarious delivery of some of the funniest lines in memory. The material is smartly written, clever and fun.
A monologue about a Hermes bag which starts gently as a search for this “must have” bag becomes a soapbox for what becomes an utterly outrageous rant on the craziness and idiocy of our attachment to this accessory--all of the stuff we carry, the inevitable disorganization thus declaring that “in a horrible, awful way, that handbag is you!” The delivery of this had everyone just about rolling on the floor. It brought down the house.
Love, Loss, and What I Wore is ingenious, touching and screamingly funny all rolled in one. As near perfect an evening as you would want …. Quick, run out and grab your mother, daughter, grandmother, sister or girl friend and have a blast. This is truly an evening to remember. There isn’t a woman alive, of any age, who wouldn’t find this hysterical and a little cathartic.
