by Lisa McKeown
Greenberg’s strength is in her singing, and she’s clearly the most comfortable and confident in her songs. But the narrative peppered throughout the show is stilted, as though she’s making up what she’s saying as she goes along. She converses intermittently with a nameless interlocutor whose identity is ambiguous and a bit confusing – perhaps it’s a conscience? A superego? Her older self? Her mother? An imaginary frenemy? Meanwhile her younger self recounts most of the story – a good idea but badly executed. She’s not comfortable with her lines, or with straight monologues, and that comes across in the awkward tone of her acting.