This sprightly, fast-paced review takes us through "a typical day in the life of Sylvia: 24 hours that would kill a normal woman."
The show opens with Syl in her bathtub, offering advice to the mildly malcontent through her un-licensed home-based psychiatric service. Her specialty? Relationship problems, self-esteem issues, and all food-related anxieties.
"Your body may be a temple... mine's a Chevy Vega."
Her clients include Hilda, the woman whose husband always eats the last cupcake; Beth-Ann, "in her little periwinkle suit," who sings that she wants to be "Bad;" the Devil, a "White-collar Red Guy with the Blues;" Gernif the Venusian; the Love Cop, who keeps doomed relationships from happening; and, of course, the cats, singing "Everything Here is Mine."
The music, "a bouncy jazz-rock score," is "a light-hearted pastiche" that includes various 1950's pop styles and everything from a soft shoe to reggae, country and western, to a cheerful gospel finale called "I'm Satisfied," that sums up Syl's philosophy: "Don't ask for the moon, you'll never get it. Besides where would you put it? It's big."
