Review – Water Child
There is always something to applaud about a production that raises awareness of health and social issues.
There is always something to applaud about a production that raises awareness of health and social issues.
With songs about topics ranging from where your boyfriend should and shouldn’t go to the ever fantastic Bill Murray, these kids get you giggling.
Fringe organisers, in the future, give this young woman a space worthy of her talent please.
A real Fringe treat that will make you think, but most of all it will make you smile.
This sort of show can easily go bad in the hands of an enthusiast who can’t tell the difference between mundane trivia and the shocking, weird, stupefying and libellous.
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.
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.