THEATRE

Two immaculate young women are their own prisoners in the confines of their immaculate apartment, stuck in a routine of resentment and Ramen noodles. Through a semi-improvised dialogue, an interesting premise is unwrapped as mysterious red boxes appear around the apartment. Dressed in fifties red white and blue attire; one draped in stars, the other in stripes, their subtle commentary on western women and materialism had the makings of an underworked sketch show but as a piece of theatre, not so much.

The women sit around discussing beauty regimes and share bricks of plain instant noodles at meal times. When a gold box is produced, like Avon reps, they suddenly turn on the audience as if in a perverse shopping channel program. This absurd flip is the only other human contact they have, besides the occasional phone call from telemarketing salesmen.

Their bickering conversation is wearisome, especially as their talents are illmatched. Adriana Colón’s sarcastic character Bea comes across as very Miranda Sings (youtube comedic singing sensation) despite corpsing terribly after breaking her broom, still manages to steal the limelight in this duo.

There is potential in this show, which i predict to strengthen as the run gets under way and if they had a larger audience to feed off, these comedic Stepford wives could pull Box off the shelf.

AM