My friend Karen and I went to see MGC last night and were quite disappointed. The whimsy suggested by the description of a play about three menopausal women wide-awake at 3 AM trading prescription drugs online, revealing their passions, and Googling old boyfriends made us expect laughs and a good time. Instead, these elements were fleeting, and we were weighed down by a concentration on major mother issues, family disfunction, cancer, and fear of death. George Clooney's only purpose in the entire production was to get our attention. See this show if you want to go home totally depressed!
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