Kate Berlant's act IS that she has no act? I am not sure if this is true but it seemed that way to me. As if she talked about whatever popped into her mind, or train of thought, like that one "kookie" friend everyone has. Kookie, Kookie lend me your comb. Hey, look I have an elbow. Hey look I am a psychic. Oh is that me in the mirror? Do I need a haircut. I am an only child I wish I had a brother. Water tastes good. That chick in the audience laughs just like my former best friend. Was anyone else here born in Los Angeles? LA has blocks and streets and an ocean. Look oceans are blue and have waves. Did my mom give me a perm when I was in 5th grade Why yes. Yes, she did. I like microphones. And apples. Yeah, her act was kind of like that.
Review of Kate Berlant: Cinnamon in the Wind
