Frank, could you put in a witty title here before this review is published? Thanks.
It’s always odd watching a show when everyone around you seems “in-the-know” of what you’re about to experience. I had a similar experience with The Dark Room, as excitable teens cried out in glee as contestants died over and over again. For [title of show], it was a case of people commenting that they’d probably laugh before a joke’s punchline. Fortunately, that didn’t happen, but it was reassuring to know that I’d probably enjoy myself for the next ninety minutes. Right? Continue reading [title of show] (Fringe 2017)→
Day two into Fringe and I’m already having mini heart-attacks in regards to tickets. I realised that I haven’t packed a student card (to those who know me, this isn’t uncommon) and have already bought a lot of concession tickets. It hasn’t barred me from anywhere so far, so I guess I’ll continue buying them to avoid a significant dent in the bank account. Anyway, let’s get to it! Continue reading Two (Fringe 2017)→
I knew this would happen. Never had I any hope of sneaking through the Fringe without being lured in with its main asset: comedy. I’ve never reviewed a comedy show; the woman with the leather-bound gold-tinted notebook, poised to attack with her Parker pen, didn’t really make me feel prepared for what jovial delights were ahead. Anyway, here it is: I came, I laughed, I reviewed. Continue reading The Inane Chicanery of a Certain Adam GC Riches (Fringe 2017)→