Who is Ashley Montana? From where is she going ashore? And where the hell are the Caicos?
I won’t tell you who Ashley is, but I will say “Go see this play.” They’ll tell you. They’ll show you a really pretty picture of Ashley. And then they’ll rip into the very fabric of everything Ashley represents. And then they’ll move on to politics, New York City, love, angst and more.
Roger Rosenblatt’s new play is a quick-witted contemplation of the modern human condition/romantic relationship/New Yorker/techno-junkie/über consumer. Told in vignettes, each piece is a sharp dissection of culture and cliché that zones in on the state of the world (and most likely even the state of your mind) right now. Under the swift direction of Jim Simpson, the absolutely stellar cast (Bebe Neuwirth, Jeffrey DeMunn, Jenn Harris and James Waterston) presents a quick 90 minutes of belly-laugh-now-and-let-it-hit-you-later entertainment you ever did see.
Ashley Montana is one of those rare gems; a seamless union of smart writing, keen direction and ass-kicking acting. It should not be missed.