I really wanted to enjoy this show a lot more. The premise is interesting. John, a gay man, is forced to confront questions of his sexual identity when he strays from the bended path after meeting a woman. It's a story that's bursting at the seams with moments of awkwardness and situational humor, like when John touches a breast for the first time, or starts waxing poetical at the sight of a vagina. Or better still his crude attempt to pacify his boyfriend over his indiscretion by describing the woman he slept with as "manly" and then having her turn up at the door in all her feminine glory.
My problem with the show is that it feels unfinished, at times almost like a staged reading. The set seems clunky, the spaces don't seem well-defined and there's a carelessness to detail like where the dining table is, or the wine glasses, or why the jacket that's supposed to be hung up is lying on a table next to a teddy bear. The acting too is uneven. Relationships don't always come across as believable and for the most part the actors seem to torpedo through their lines leaving one little opportunity to relish what is surely a beautiful script. Of the four members of the cast, Rebecca Lee turns in a worthy performance as "the other woman", but it is Walter Hanna that really steals the show. His portrayal of the neurotic and indecisive John is finely nuanced so that we love him and hate him, root for him, get annoyed by him, and want to hug him and bitch-slap him all at the same time. If there's a reason to watch this show, it's him.