Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking
Credit: Joan Marcus

Wishful Drinking

Alcoholism, manic depression, death, divorce, and Star Wars — they’re all fodder for Carrie Fisher in her breathlessly witty one-woman show Wishful Drinking. Padding around barefoot in silky black pajamas on her shabby-chic set (area rugs, twinkle lights, furry throws), Fisher looks like she’s about to float off to a meditation session with Shirley MacLaine. Then the artist formerly known as Princess Leia uncorks her martini-dry wit and unleashes a stream of impossibly funny, just-a-bit cruel one-liners, each funnier than the previous one: Her parents, singer Eddie Fisher and movie star Debbie Reynolds, really get skewered (”My father flew to Elizabeth [Taylor’s] side — gradually making his way slowly to her front…. He consoled her with flowers, and ultimately he consoled her with his penis”). George Lucas takes a few jabs (”Among George’s many possessions, he owns my likeness, so every time I look in the mirror I have to send him a couple-a bucks!!”) But she saves the worst — or the best — for herself, which makes her that much more endearing. ”Recently I Googled myself?. Somebody had posted, ‘What happened to Carrie Fisher? She used to be so hot. Now she looks like Elton John.”’ And her dissertation on her own manic depression is even a little touching. The second act meanders and a bit with a life-size Leia sex doll flops, but those are minor quibbles. Plus, we’re afraid if we complain too vocally we might end up in a Princess Leia wig. And, as Fisher demonstrates, she’s not the only one who looks like an idiot in that hairstyle. A?

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