If you find yourself drunk and wandering the streets of the gay West Village on a Friday or Saturday night, I'd say definitely check this out. It's more TV than theater, as the writer is a soap opera veteran, and there's enough high camp to keep you laughing into the wee hours (this past Friday's performance was scheduled for 10 p.m. but actually didn't get underway until a good 20 minutes after that.) The standouts in this gay male comedy were the women and, of course, the men dressed up like women. Fanny Fondue, you have a new fan.
