Elaine Murphy's engaging play recounts the experiences of three generations of Irish women.
Through that time, Amber, who speaks first and uses the trendy word "massive" a lot, goes from being a rebellious teen to being a teenage mom, thanks to a fellow named Paul who takes a powder to Australia after learning he's to be a dad. Lorraine, chatting second, gabs a little about being a saleslady but mostly about finding new romantic life with an unusually hairy but otherwise pleasant bloke called Niall, while Kay comments on her experiences, which include the death of her cherished husband Gem after 42 years of marriage.
As is the case with monologue-driven plays, Murphy doesn't show us during the years covered how their lives unfold like weeds pushing up through cracks in cement; rather, she tells us face-to-face what they endure, survive and how -- as the final image of them is detailed but not acted out -- they share a loving interrelationship.
Unquestionably, Murphy has provided juicy parts for the three family-story-tellers; these actresses have more challenging soliloquies than Hamlet and Lear combined and put their all into them. In fact, under Paul Meade's direction, Greene and Fay give perhaps a little two much, since they spend the first two-thirds of their stage time giving the impression they're constitutionally unable to remain still for longer than five seconds.
Moreover, the performers apparently feel the need to supply a change of pose, a gesture, a grimace for every phrase. If one of them mentions pulling something, she mimes pulling; if one of them mentions dancing, she dances a few eccentric steps; if one of them mentions her character has taken "a big gulp," she mimes taking a big gulp. But just when a spectator is ready to yell, "enough already," they calm down, and Greene and Fay give their roles some breathing space.