It’s not every day you watch two people duke it out emotionally for 75 minutes and walk away feeling entertained, introspective, and slightly like you’ve been eavesdropping on an incredibly personal conversation. But that’s precisely what delivers—a raw, intimate, and sometimes uncomfortably accurate portrayal of love, loss, and whatever exists in the murky space between the two.
Melissa Gilbert, whom I’ve adored since her Little House on the Prairie days, takes the stage alongside her equally talented counterpart, Mark Moses, and together, they carry the entire performance with a finesse that makes you question why we ever bothered with ensemble casts. The first half plays like a nostalgic mixtape of love lost, full of wistful reminiscing, warm smiles, and “remember when” moments that make you momentarily believe in second chances. And just when you start settling into that cozy feeling—bam! The second half hits you with heated arguments that make you recall every ex you ever had and why they stayed in the “ex” category.
The play is performed in an intimate theater—perfect for a piece that thrives on dialogue-driven storytelling. You can feel the weight of every pause, every side glance, and every biting remark because you’re right there in it. There’s no hiding behind elaborate set pieces or flashy distractions: just two people, their history, and many unresolved feelings. The set even rotates between acts, creating a seamless transition that visually mirrors the shift in tone.
One of the most intriguing aspects of Still is how it weaves in political themes. It’s not often that a love story takes a sharp detour into politics, but here, it works—because, let’s face it, nothing reveals the cracks in a relationship faster than a heated debate about the state of the world. It’s a reminder that love doesn’t exist in a vacuum; it’s shaped, strained, and sometimes strengthened by the realities around us.
And then there’s the ending—without giving anything away, I’ll say it’s satisfying in a way that feels honest rather than forced. It respects the complexity of the characters and their journey, which is more than we can say for most rom-com finales.
In a world saturated with over-the-top productions, Still is refreshingly stripped down—a theatrical “unplugged session” that fully displays raw talent. If you’ve ever found yourself staring at an ex’s profile picture and wondering, “What if?”—this one’s for you. Maybe leave your baggage at the door.