Anyone interested in Carrie Fisher’s one-woman show Wishful Drinking would do well to steer clear of her memoir of the same title, because the whole show is in there. Having read the book prior to seeing the show, I can attest that only a few of Fisher’s anecdotes benefit from her martini dry delivery. What mostly remains charming in its move from page to stage, however, occasionally annoys as the evening wanders towards its second hour.
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