Review: @DrewDroege in Bright Colors And Bold Patterns, directed by @MichaelUrie

Just saw this and “a triumph” doesn’t begin to describe Drew Droege in Bright Colors And Bold Patterns. There are only 6 shows left and I’m going to tell you to RUN to catch this nutty and hysterical show, written by Drew and directed by Michael Urie.

If you’d like to be whisked out of the winter into a gay wedding in Palm Springs. If you’d like top be whisked anywhere in fits of laughter or if you’d like to see a 2016 definition of gay repartee, then this show is for you. It’s in the vein of party-out-of-bounds films like Abigail’s Party and Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Wolf?, in which an overbearing host (or in this case guest) gets trashed and let’s everyone there have it. Except that no one else is there–it’s a one-man show in which Drew imagines all of his friends, his exes, his exes’ new flamess, etc. And you don’t miss them thanks to the star’s zany antics.

Drew, best known for his witheringly funny Chloe Sevigny impersonations on youtube, is a high energy whirlwind of faggotry which only continues to grow fueled by cocktails and bumps of coke. In an attempt to horrify the gay groom’s stuffy mom, Gary suggests that they take her to gay bar called Toucan’s, where some drag queen named Lady Woman is spinning scratched CDs. Hmmm. Was that a shout-out?

Bu Gerry is feeling a little out of place. He’s a qweeeeeeen, who was horrified by the wedding invite stipulating a dress code of no bright colors or bold patterns. One of my favorite quotes in thin this beautifully written show is “I don’t remember ever seeing khaki in the colors of the rainbow.” I probably screwed up the quote a little but don’t you screw up and miss this bitchy screamfest, full of the same LOL pop culture references as Drew’s berserk Chloe. I hope another of Gerry’s pals gets married so there can be a sequel, or a hell, a series. Drew is more manic and prone to mugging–which I’m told actually happens when people take cocaine–but his genius delivery is reminiscent of Mike Albo’s passive aggressive masterpiece The Underminer. I’d love to see those two meet up at a party one day!

Through 12/30 at the Barrow Street Theater. Tickets start at $39 and worth every penny. Here are a few review snippets:


TOP 10 OF 2016!

-Charles Isherwood, New York Times

-Adam Feldman, TimeOut New York

-Curtis Wong, Huffington Post

-Michael Musto,