I haven’t loved a play like this in a very long time. It’s extremely sentimental, but I love sentimentality. The play (by Noah Haidle) is about a woman (Debra Messing) baking the same golden butter cake for herself over 90 birthdays, which we live through with her in the course of the 90 minute play. In one sentence, it could be described as a play about the preciousness of life. You experience the births, deaths, mistakes, triumphs and everything that we all have in common.

The fact that it’s 90 minutes is insanity, it’s so heavy but nuanced. Everyone in it was incredible, the set is gorgeous. I laughed, I sobbed, I can’t believe how good it was. When I was leaving the theatre, some man asked his friend what he thought of it and the other man hesitated and then said, “Cute.” I wanted to shove him down the stairs. CUTE? You moron. Shut up and go hug your mother.

So of course I HATED the review in the Times about it. The critic complained of emotional manipulation?? Any time someone writes a play with heart, this is always the complaint. I’m sorry that you’re too hollow inside to understand what’s right infront of you. People are so odd when it comes to sentimentality, most people just seem to hate it, but I adore it. What is the opposite of it? Dispassionate or practical? (I looked it up.) UGH! I’d rather die that be accused of either of those traits. Just a wildly inaccurate review of one of the best new plays in years. Take your sentimental ass to go see it immediately OR sit your practical ass down at home and live your sad life.

It’s on until May 29th at the American Airlines Theatre & tickets are available here.