No Doubt, Not a Typical Singing Nun
By BEN BRANTLEY
THE NEW YORK TIMES
Published: September 22, 2010
We all have our own ideas of heaven. For some, it’s white clouds and harps; for others, an eternal shore of silence. But perhaps you’re one of those souls (and I know you’re out there) who imagine an endless swirl of beautifully bad old movies — a place where the acting is always overripe, the plots as thick as oatmeal and the taste level close to the gutter. If this describes you, paradise awaits you, friend, just south of Houston Street.
Cue the “Hallelujah” chorus. Charles Busch has put on a nun’s habit and is talking to God, from whom he has evidently received blessed counsel. “The Divine Sister,” his new comedy at the SoHo Playhouse, finds Mr. Busch returned to peak form. This gleefully twisted tale of the secret lives of nuns — in which the playwright doubles as leading lady — is Mr. Busch’s freshest, funniest work in years, perhaps decades.