MilkMilkLemonade, recently seen at the theater Under St. Marks, was smart, subversive, and pee-your-pants-laughing hysterical. Playwright Joshua Conkel tells the tale of a gay child who lives with his grandma on a chicken farm, where his only friends are a hen named Linda and a bully from down the road. He dreams of leaving the farm for a glamorous life in MallTown, but finds that the ribbon-twirling dance breaks of his dreams might not be so attainable in real life.
There's an argument to be made that MilkMilkLemonade is a 21st century version of Grimm's fairy tales - the story might be about children, but grisly plot twists and seriously dark subject matter whisper in the ears of grown-ups, "This is for you, so you better listen up and listen good." A roundly superb cast did excellent work under director (and blogger!) Isaac Butler's discerning eye, putting comedy front and center and treating the "issues" at hand with pitch-perfect delicacy. It was a stellar production and a complete delight, and though it has closed, I hope New York has not seen the last of it.