Review – Circolombia
There has been a lot of hype about this show so I was very excited as we piled into the Big Top at the Garden of Unearthly Delights.
There has been a lot of hype about this show so I was very excited as we piled into the Big Top at the Garden of Unearthly Delights.
Little is very funny. He is also very good looking but don’t be fooled by this charmer, sometimes the things that come out of his mouth make you giggle, cringe then giggle again.
This is not the most exciting, up-to-the-minute Fringe, but the stories these women tell are pleasant, quirky and warm. Go for breakfast, take your nan, enjoy the coffee and experience this gem of a cafe.
There aren’t a lot of reasons to check out a high school production if you don’t, in fact, go to school. Either you’re a parent of one of the kids or you’re hoping you might catch the next Snakadaktal before they go big.
The Book of Loco flies along with tempo and spittle, bouncing from tale to tale as Alirio invites the audience to share in his stories.
While the name may hint at some kind of adult burlesque circus antics, nothing could be further from the truth – this is family-friendly, innocent fun.
The premise of the show is that “the greatest rock band in the world” formed in 1959 disappeared in 1973 after a string of number one hits.
This is what Fringe is all about, something a bit different from the norm, at times a bit ‘out there’ and a mix of comedy and drama.
This was a delightful piece of whimsy and a wonderful showcase of various styles of belly dancing.
Ah Fringe! It throws up such wonderfully oddball offerings such as Peter Michael Marino, a lovely American and self-confessed angloholic (like an anglophile but addicted).
I love being fooled, having the wool pulled over my eyes and made to believe that the impossible… isn’t.
420 is made to be a guilty indulgence. It is relentlessly awful character improv, featuring off-the-wall bits like a gimp performing ventriloquism through their ball-gag, or a baby singing about toilet-training to the tune of “Bohemian Rhapsody”. It is terrible and it is hilarious.
I’ve seen Michael Bowley a few times over the years; he’s always been pretty excellent but his current show happily strays into outright uproariousness.
Ben Mellor crafts clever anatomical polemics which take inspiration from our insides.
Tales of the Sea is a genial memoir of life inside a nuclear-powered tin-can, at depths the state-secrets act prevents Eric from revealing.