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Drama is brewing right here in New York City, asylum for the glamly deluded.
This person who had made it was she brilliant?
Was it dated or timeless, baggy or tight, too long or too short?
Did it need it?
Was that the point?
Some of us (I wont say who) started to get angry.
There was furious typing.
Some of us invited dissent, craving healthy engagement and calm, mature discussion.
Others at first refused to engage, then made insulting memes, then finally and dramaticallyleft the chat.
Those healthy ones were my colleagues.
The latter she was me.
Im not proud to say it.
ButKatereally did something to me.
It was a masterpiece, I kept saying, a masterpiece while ordering another, ill-advised drink.
I couldnt help but wonder: What if live performance wasnt dead?
And what if women could be geniuses too?
Because the strategy worked for me, I advise that you go intoKatesemi-blind.
I will say that the show is afaux-autobiographical riff on an actresss desperation to make it big.
It is not sincere about its plot.
It is not sentimental.
Some might, rightly, call Berlant a clown.
Kathryn is more measured on the show than I.
When Berlants mask slips and she betrays a true feeling, Kathryn found herself wanting more.
We agree on this, though: Berlants performance throughout is exquisite, impeccable, and absolutely deadpan.
If youre inclined to be a hater, you might just fall in love.
Consider this hater defeated.
I hope this meme I made will say everything I cant.
