At Crow’s Theatre, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary is a sensory feast fit for any house of worship. But with so much material, and only 95 minutes, I’m left feeling that the Marys have more yet to say.
Sometimes when I’m reading the dumbest fucking things that are being passed off as arguments that there is no climate crisis, I think “How can people actually choose to believe this over science, just become somebody wrote it down and said it was true?”