Stacey is a California weather girl. An oversexed and underpaid harbinger of our dying planet. But today, her regular routine of wildfires, prosecco, and teeth whitening descends into a scorched earth catastrophe, before she discovers something that will save us all. A blistering dark comedy by Brian Watkins. This prescient play is a darkly funny, dizzying rampage into the soul of American strangeness.
One hopes the 70-minute Weather Girl will be extended beyond its current October 12 closing date, but that would merely be for just a couple weeks. It deserves a much longer run, so hopefully, somehow, it will get it. Either way, the entire team should start picking out red carpet outfits for next spring’s Off-Broadway awards season.
Tyne Rafaeli’s brisk direction helps disguise the infelicities of the script, particularly a descent into magic realism that seems too convenient. McDermott’s performance is so fluid it could snap years of drought with torrential downpours. She’s a beguiling motormouth who responds to doubts about her chosen career with a steady drizzle of words: “I’m a fluffer, I’m a hype man, I’m a used car salesman selling a world we can’t even have.” We could all use a deliciously messed-up Weather Girl to deliver some hard truths and perhaps the hint of a miracle.
| 2025 | Off-Broadway |
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