transfeminine frankenstein’s review published on Letterboxd:
No, no intermission! They ruin the flow of the show! Would you stop the Superbowl halfway through to do a bunch of bullshit?
A flippant finger-trap of a play that feels simultaneously as carefully constructed as a complex mosaic and as by the seat of its pants as a Mad Lib. The comedy leans significantly towards "the joke is how awful the joke is (in both senses of the term)," with the trickling racist humor capped off with an N-bomb from Nick Kroll, and yet there are so many genuine belly laughs that the completely flat attempts at shock are forgotten for at least a moment. The very good attempts at shock are, contrariwise, unforgettable.
Special praise goes to the camerawork, which captures every impeccable facial expression from the haggard hosts.