Review On Olivia Wilde Does Not Survive The Apocalypse

Drew Petriello


A very fun take on the post-apocalypse wherein modern pop culture is transformed into sacrosanct mythology. It’s absurd in all the right ways, delicious one-liners are peppered throughout, and keen satiric barbs will make you wince at the truth of it all.

The idea that in 300 years that celebrities have been deified and their exploits in people magazine are recounted as mythology just tickles me in so many ways. It bears some resemblance to Mister Burns, A Post-Electric Play in that regard. Which, as far as comparisons go, is pretty high praise.

The jokes are perfectly timed and there are so many of them that if one doesn’t quite land, that’s okay, there are five more coming up. The pop culture references are plentiful, given the nature of the show, but they are not overbearing. The references are there to serve the tospy-turvy world of the apocalypse, the witty dialogue, and the delightfully weirdass characters. It would have been so easy for this play to have been a nonstop string of “references” in place of actual jokes, but it isn’t. Because Matthew Robinson is an excellent writer.

The actors are all perfectly suited to their roles. I was about to make a brief list of standouts here, but then I realized that I was just typing out each of the cast members individually.

The barely-there romance subplot was a little bit mangled in the middle part of the show.

And uh… that’s about it for nitpicks. I had a really great time y’all.