As theater prepares to rumble into its Tony season full-gear, Morrison’s is the best new show in New York right now: a whip-crack 65 minutes, beautifully told, sharp, moving, and truly laugh-out-loud, doubled-up, head-thrown-back funny.

A wonderfully intimate offering that stints neither on big laughs, nor on honesty…Sam Morrison’s superb show about his partner’s death proves grief is not beyond comedy’s reach.

Nothing I can write will truly describe the brilliance of this stand-up show. There simply isn't enough hyperbole.

Quick-witted and charismatic...the grief comes out in laughs. Sam Morrison confronts overwhelming loss with punch lines and panache.

Unapologetically queer, filled with love and hilariously funny...one of the most powerful and fearless hours of comedy you’ll see.

His openness and wit…ultimately his catharsis and the audience’s laughter draw everyone together in tragedy and comedy’s borderland.

If grief were a crystal, Morrison lifts it to the light and magnifies a whole different perspective on it with his rib-tickling anecdotes. It’s dark, moving, and just quite hilarious.

While audiences regularly double over with laughter throughout Sugar Daddy, they're equally likely to bow their heads with tears.

Brilliantly interweaves moments of full body laughter, deep poignancy and, ultimately, the triumph of life.

An irresistibly lovable exploration of love and loss. Morrison is a storyteller and craftsman.