Charlotte Banks

I'm at the 35 minute marker, wishing someone would pack their bags already! But since it's a pandemic . . . An argument between a needy director, his ex-druggie lover/muse, a forgotten thank you and its aftermath. (I bet that was the one-liner pitch at the studios.) Thick-block monologues in this piece; Shakespeare thick. And a lot of "Don't say anything else bad . . . and another thing!" I know a story needs conflict, but take your foot off the neck sometimes. Maybe I need to set this on the shelf like I did with D'Angelo's Voodoo cd and come back in a few years to appreciate it. Because, right now in my life, I don't need to hear intelligent Real Housewives of (place city here).

Its as if Home and Gardens and Glamour magazines had a baby and it was raised by AARP.

This wasn't a comedy, but I couldn't stop giggling. Blind religion over common sense; crossed paths of fate or what if's; my over-standing why Black people would not live in these towns; all this was truly hilarious to me. I would've changed the end music though. Circle of Life would've nailed it!