Not-so-silent night

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  December 16, 2008

One opportunity for Ms. P. to crack is when she recounts her past lovers, such as Tab Hunter, Rock Hudson, and, uh, Paul Lynde ("He was so much fun. He had a little game called Hide the Mistletoe"). The bitterest breakup was with "my local conquest," Mario Hilario. ("If you are watching this: Mea culpa. Which is Spanish for I'm sorry.")

The show was written and developed by Kim; music and lyrics are by her, David Rabinow, and Charles Cofone, who also did sound design and musical arrangement. David T. Howard was design consultant.

Poor Miss Pixie. She's so eager to get things right. She may give the impression that she's dancing on a footprint chart, but Kim never lets the tip of her tongue peek out the corner of her mouth. Miss Pixie is too much of a professional to let us see the toll all of this is taking on her.

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