My mom used to have a bright yellow Volkswagon. She loved her Bug with the daisy in the flowerholder. The car was the Herbie’s cheerful grandma version. Driving it was like being in a 1950’s sitcom. Strangers would wave. In parking lots, kids would come up and talk to it. So, when mom traded it in, it was a surprise. Her decision was based on the increasing debilitation of her friends. As her cronies lost mobility and husbands, mom wanted to be of assistance. She purchased a bright yellow PT Cruiser to drive the carpool in comfort. For me, it was amusing until I realized the widows were her age.
Profiles Theatre presents the world premiere of Assisted Living. Forty-something Anne needs help. She lives with her mom. Her mother suffers from dementia. When mom bites the caretaker, Anne needs to find a replacement. Levi is looking for a job. He’s a quirky, young thing. In the interview, he admits to being a recovering alcoholic with no real experience. Anne wants her brother to take part in the decision but Jimmy’s a no-show. Feeling desperate and alone, Anne hires Levi. He provides much needed relief but with complications. Oh, and Jimmy is finally home… for good. Assisted Living is a mild dose of reality.
Read the rest of my review at Chicago Theater Beat.