Review: She Wore Red Velvet: “Crushed Velvet” and the Hagiography of Sandra Lee

Crushed Velvet

Written by Andrew Trimmer

Directed by Sam Perwin

Presented at wild project

April 5-18, 2026

Kate Delacruz. Photo courtesy of Austin Ruffer.
Tonight at wild project, everything is semi-homemade. The food gleams under studio lights, pristine and untouchable; the kitchen is immaculate but weightless; the life on display is both carefully constructed and rather unraveling. In Andrew Trimmer’s Crushed Velvet, presented as part of the 2026 New York City Fringe Festival, the question is not simply how to stage Sandra Lee, but how to stage the system that made, sustained, and ultimately consumed her. What emerges is less a biography than a kind of hagiography, Aunt Sandy rendered with ambition and real relish.

The production’s central instinct is a deeply compelling one. Rather than settling into a single mode, Crushed Velvet effortlessly moves across genres, backstage naturalism, media parody, documentary reconstruction, and sketch-inflected interludes, as if no one form can fully contain the contradictions of its iconic subject. That formal restlessness signals a genuine inquiry: how does one represent a life already mediated, branded, performed and metabolized?
Christopher F. Costa and Kate Delacruz. Photo courtesy of Austin Ruffer.
At its most incisive, the production locates that question within the machinery of television itself. Set within the fabricated world of a Food Network studio, complete with explicitly artificial food and overdetermined Americana, the play situates its action inside the labor of production. Red velvet, both dessert and symbol, becomes an organizing image: chemically constructed, visually seductive, undermined by entropy. Ultimately what is made, and what is sold, collapse into one another.

That collapse extends, inevitably, to Sandra Lee herself. As performed here, “Aunt Sandy” exists as both persona and person, an image calibrated for consumption and a figure increasingly aware of the pressures that sustain it. The familiar refrain, “It’s cocktail time,” lands early with a shared recognition between actor and audience, a small moment of hailing and mutual understanding: this is the language of the brand: nominally authentic, commercially effective, faintly degrading, and entirely inescapable.
Christopher F. Costa, Amy Greenblott, Maceo Oliver. Photo courtesy of Austin Ruffer.
The production finds some of its clearest footing in moments where performance and persona align. The use of music, including well-placed and tonally unexpected selections, sharpens the comedic register with precision. Flashes of blue and queer humor settle comfortably into the piece’s world, often landing with a sharp, immediate clarity and real laughs, indicative of a deeper tonal cohesion. The recurring review sequences, in which online commentary is rendered aloud, in-real-life, offer a particularly striking gesture, collapsing the distance between anonymous spectatorship and lived experience, making bad faith critique feel suddenly proximate, even uncannily embodied.

Standout performances provide welcome anchors within this shifting, heady landscape. Andrew Trimmer’s Boomer brings an empathetic and charming mix of energy and vulnerability, locating the character somewhere between youthful confidence and quiet precarity. Laura King Otazo’s Dee offers a measured, controlled presence, her direct address to the audience standing out as one of the evening’s most focused elements, a moment where the play’s inquiry sharpens into articulation. As Sandra Lee, Kate Delacruz leans into the recognizable contours of the persona, voice, affect, and presentation, the accent, the studied brightness, the careful calibration of warmth, while allowing flashes of deep self-awareness to register beneath the surface polish. Costume and styling, particularly in the construction of “Aunt Sandy,” are deft, reinforcing the production’s interest in image as both craft and constraint.
Laura King Otazo. Photo courtesy of Austin Ruffer.
What remains most compelling is the play’s commitment to its central conceit. Crushed Velvet understands that Sandra Lee’s story cannot be told straight; it requires multiple frames and competing modes of address to approach something like truth. It gestures toward the systems that elevate, commodify, and, at times, turn on their subjects, particularly those whose identities and labor are most readily absorbed, stylized, and recirculated within the logics of performance and consumption.

What begins as something pristine, carefully arranged for consumption, is gradually handled, disrupted, and, finally, undone. Like the confection at its center (and perhaps Sandra Lee herself), the production offers something visually striking and conceptually suggestive, a work that gestures towards a complex synthesis even as it continues to test the forms that might contain it.

-Noah Simon Jampol

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