Looks like our little tour-lette is starting to get a bit of press. Check out our mention in Ottawa theatre blog, The Visitorium. (Scroll way down. Sweet mentions of our host Rachelle Todd & excitement for The Young Geologists. This is a good sign, people! Good!)
I was finally able to check out a few more Fringe shows after a lovely improv class down at the Second City Training Centre. I made my way over UofT’s campus for a switch from solo performances to an evening of ensemble casts.
Fringe Show # 3 -> I will never listen to Annie Lennox the same way ever again.
A friend of mine highly recommended Tony Ho’s Sad People – and I was happy to find out it fit into my schedule last night because I never got around to seeing these guys during the last year’s TOsketchfest. Finally, my time had come to be weirded out by their talent. I chugged a beer at a nearby O’Grady’s Pub and proceeded to climb the many stairs up to the Robert Gill theatre for, I’m not afraid to say it, one of the weirdest and most wonderful performances I’ve ever seen. They’re really nothing like other sketch comedy troupes in the city. Though bizarre and hilarious, there’s a powerful humanity behind a lot of their sketches and monologues – as depressing as that may sound, particularly in the case of the guy who wanted to put his 51 year-old mother in a home. I was impressed at the strong, very real emotions the characters could portray, for a comedy show, especially in the nurse/patient scene – even though one of the characters’ face was covered with gauze throughout the entire sketch. (I’m thinking just the shy side-to-side movement on his wheelchair spoke volumes!) My favourite sketch of the show had to be the time traveling one.
So many good ideas! Such great performances. And cool guest performances. If you’re into sketch comedy, you should check out Tony Ho for sure. Here’s what they’ve got left, Fringe-wise:
- July 13 11:30 PM
- July 14 01:45 PM
Two days left! Check ’em out!
Fringe Show #4 -> Not the War of 1812 I learned about in high school!
I ran over from UofT to Spadina (not a very far run) to catch the National Theatre of the World’s performance of “The Soaps” A Live Improvised Soap Opera. Another one of their formats I’d never seen before, but equally as hilariously entertaining as the Carnegie Hall Show and the Script Tease Project. This edition of the Soaps had a background of the War of 1812, which had a certain fun significance for me because I used to give tours in a Niagara-on-the-Lake historic home that was used as a field hospital during the War of 1812. If you live in Southern Ontario, particularly near or on the Niagara River, you’re gonna year a lot of stuff about 1812, at school and otherwise. This year happens to be the bicentennial of the war. (I really think they should take this production down to the Niagara Region – there’s huge 1812 hooplah going on down there this summer – I bet tourists would go CRAZY over it!) But I digress. The cast, composed of some heavy-hitting Second City alum, played British, American and First Nations characters as their stories entwined over issues of romance, betrayal, drama… and corn! Every night is a new story with the Soaps, so I URGE you to see this one because if you like good improv, and I mean really great, nothing beats it kindof improv, you will lose your SHIT over this one. Only three days remaining at St. Vlad’s!
- July 12 09:15 PM
- July 13 12:30 PM
- July 15 02:45 PM
(I can say lose your shit in a review right? Whatever. It’s my blog. I’ll write what I want.)
Finally… A Different Kind of Review –
I’d like to post a review of the car break-in I experienced last night. Nothing on the car was broken or destroyed, which is a plus. Well done, jerkoffs. (Which leads me to believe I may have left my doors unlocked, but that’s not likely. It’s like, automatic behaviour for me to lock my car after paying for parking.) I DID, however, leave the windows open SLIGHTLY so the car wouldn’t be stifling when I got back from my Fringe-hopping. That must have been it. When I got back to my car, all my CDs had been taken, as had my change in the ashtray. I worry some of the former car-owner’s old mail was taken, but go figure, they didn’t take the shitty $15 fan I bought at Canadian Tire as a substitute for my broken car air conditioner. Luckily, I’d just emptied my car earlier that day of some a pretty nice North Face jacket, and some other clothes. Also, it was fortunate these creeps didn’t know how to open my trunk, because they might have liked some of the stuff they found back there. (Like that dead body!!! Moohooohahahahahahahaha) All in all, I give this crime a rating of: “Fuck you, you delinquent fucks.”
Funny, I never had my car broken into when I lived in Ottawa! (Then again, I didn’t own a car in Ottawa.)
I was going to write this big pre-Ottawa-bound emotional entry about what I feel going back “home” to where a significant part of my “becoming an adult” happened. But I think what it really boils down to is this:
Fuck you Owen Pallett. I know you’re talented, but that’s not what this is about. So go suck an egg, dick.
PS. What are you laughing at, Kevin Barnes, you prick?!