Review – The Virgins leaves the bathroom door ajar so we can hear the girls talk
Sharp, funny bathroom scenes shine at Soho Theatre, but thinly written boys and lopsided pacing drain energy from a hyped Gen Z sex comedy.
Sharp, funny bathroom scenes shine at Soho Theatre, but thinly written boys and lopsided pacing drain energy from a hyped Gen Z sex comedy.
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