I f*cking love Mustard

No apologies for my NSFW-titled review of Mustard, now playing at 25th St Theatre. If profanity makes you uncomfortable, this play wasn’t written for you. Or, perhaps it was! The script offers ideal immersion therapy, because there certainly is a lot of swearing. Then again, if said swearing is done by an imaginary friend, who’s to say it counts as real? Mustard, much like its condiment namesake, is complex.