So if somebody tells you about a play about a German transvestite who likes old furniture? And even if the entire play has just one actor? Don't just nod and smile, people: go see this play. Seriously. Go now. I Am My Own Wife was positively amazing. I literally left the theatre wishing I could go and see it again the very next evening, and (since I knew I couldn't see it again) making plans to read the script.
I was initially leery of the idea of a one-actor play, because it seemed like there was too much potential for repetitiveness or mistakes. But Jefferson Mays totally sold it, and I was riveted the whole time. He played approximately 40 different characters, each with their own accents and vocal tones, and he would switch between them so instantly and flawlessly that you always followed the story, always knew who was speaking. And the plot was totally riveting.
The only bummer about the evening was that I was so tired, having only gotten 30 minutes of sleep in the past 36 hours, I found myself fighting to follow the first act. It had been a long day, with 5am travel, lots of walking all over the city, a large dinner, and a comfortable seat. Any other play, and I would have had to give in to sleep. But this one was so fascinating, I was literally pinching myself and constantly moving my legs to stay awake. A brisk walk during the intermission helped, and I stayed alert for the second act much better. I'm so glad I did, too -- it was a great show.