Sasha is about to turn twelve. She is convinced that salvation lies in humor. She needs to become a comedian and make people laugh from the stage. She has to learn how to joke, develop her “comic streak.”
Decided! Now Sasha will write down successful sharp quips, rehearse, learn everything about the “setup” and “punchline.” But where’s the guarantee that this will be what saves her? And from what, by the way? Maybe the reason behind all the jokes and oddness is deep sadness?