Theater junkie. Minnesota Fringe Festival blogger 22 years and counting. Threads here , Instagram here. Blog about my former Fringe companion, my late mom here. For more, visit my NPX profile. Post a Comment. I also laughed quite a lot. The show has the added benefit of having one of the catchiest titles in the whole festival, which people have great fun saying in casual conversation.
Their publicity blurb also sums it up better than I could They barely startle a donkey with their ill-timed mayhem. The only reason they manage to nab a hostage is that he walks in looking to use their restroom. Not surprisingly, he manages to outwit them. Their awkward attempts at creating a hostage video which close the show are hobbled by things as simple as the props at their disposal.
The most threatening implement they have on hand is a spatula. Even the hood for their hostage is reduced to a hilarious Hello Kitty pillowcase. My only bit of cognitive dissonance here is that I went in expecting a satire, comedy with more of a serrated edge to it.
Not sure why. Maybe it was the pedigree of all the artists involved which is considerable. Maybe it was the location in which the comedy was set. But I was expecting a touch more menace. At no point did I fear for anyone's safety. The stakes were low and remained so. This is not the fault of the play or the performers. This play was produced for exactly what it was, to elicit exactly the effect raucous laughter without a hint of discomfort that it received from the crowd.
It seems that I just have a hard time in general laughing at anything in this particular context. Even though I laughed a lot at this Fringe show. Again, my problem. Maybe the only way we get through the mess we made in the Middle East over the past decade is to laugh at it. Plus, Angelina Jolie is a Zionist Whore!
