★★★★★Last night, I found myself in the front row of the Monkey Barrel Studio, every seat taken and the room filled with that special brew of Fringe-goers. It was a mixed crowd, sure, but definitely skewing a bit younger than me.
Jenny Gorelick’s “SORRY” is the kind of show that hits you in waves. It’s layered, fast-paced, and smart. You might find yourself chuckling at one joke only to realize the punchline of the next one is just landing a few seconds later. It’s kind of like a good jazz riff—sometimes, you catch the melody a beat after it’s played. Honestly, that’s part of the fun.
Now, as someone who’s 62, I’ll admit there were a few references to dating apps that flew right over my head. But the heart of the humor was universal. Jenny weaves in bits about her Jewish identity, a grammar joke that completely made my night (who knew a comma could be that funny?), and plenty of moments that resonated even if you’re not plugged into the latest trends.
Her frankness about relationships — sex included — is one of the show’s most refreshing qualities. It’s sex‑positive without being over the top, and her willingness to speak plainly about desire and connection feels genuinely liberating. It’s also something everyone can relate to. I certainly had a few wry smiles amongst the laughter!
She also knows how to use the room. The humour often comes from her interactions with the audience, whether she’s asking broad questions or zeroing in on a single person. At the performance I attended, she directed a playful aside to an attractive young actor in the crowd.
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