Hawaiian writer-performer Sara Kunz doesn’t just have troubles she’s obtained a lifetime subscription. Unemployed, unable to experience her spouse and children, and working with her dying cat, she’s very good at generating attractive buying lists, but just can’t deal with likely to the grocery retail store for wine and Cheetos devoid of getting a meltdown.
Kunz is a constellation of contradictions — the two a globe-course hula-hooping acrobat, and a target of persistent discomfort soon after a broken again. Her boldness integrating those people competing areas, as she dangers a perilous hike up a volcanic summit with a passive-aggressive GPS, would make her as badass as her sea-explorer ancestors.
Involving agonizing above how non-islanders pronounce “Hawaii” and obsessing in excess of neat approaches to die, Kunz is admittedly a whole lot to tackle. Her transitions from angst-soaked emoting above sexual assault to hilariously button-pushing jokes about Spam and rape can induce whiplash, and Kunz tackles sensitive subjects from PTSD to flatulence, so seize a loaner strain ball right before the display starts off if you’re they style to get brought on.
Not each a single-liner lands, but she cleverly keeps the audience off-kilter with her taboo-shattering quips, generating this significantly improved version of Kunz’s boundary-pushing show (revised with the support of director Greg Jukes) even a lot more satisfying than the now-intriguing 2019 edition.
Tickets and clearly show info: Coconuts, Coral, and Cowsh*t