DO NOT MISS THIS WONDERFUL PIECE. It definitely takes the Fringey-est award from me – and even beat out Pabst & Popcorn Faustus and Cautionary Tales for something truly Fringey. One more show at 10pm Saturday – and its 30min and $10. Really well presented in parking lot/alley next to the Warehouse, amazing imagery, committed performances (though I wish the two men in the background with the big hands were utilized more), a great soundscape to underscore it, along with terrific banjo picking (this shouldnt have worked but it did). You might not get it all, but you’ll get enough to appreciate this smart show. And I believe there were more like 40-50 people there last night at midnight, not 20. Grab a beer in the Warehouse bar and take this in. Congrats to Andrew Zox who conceived this – excellent work. Here’s to more of this type of provocative and visually interesting work next year.

It also provided my first truly out-there Fringe moment of the year, for as we, the adventurous performance-art going audience were ushered back to the alley behind Warehouse, it began to rain. I checked my watch. Yup. It was the very stroke of midnight. God, it seems, is a Fringer.

Distancing myself from the exposed (and rained-on) electrical outlets near that wonderful tarp, I watched in wonder as the rain seemed to fall in tune with Dan Mazer’s banjo. The pure weirdness of the moment, coupled with the stylized tableau of those women on those hay bales, reminded me a lot of sitting outside the Georgetown swimming pool last year for La Corbiere. That sort of communal experience that can come to define a festival.

As for the show itself, my thoughts were along of Callie’s above. Well-trained and committed performers show us stylized versions of pretty typical feminist ideas. Women are shaped by our cultures expectations of them as mothers, and men’s hopes for them as lust objects, etc. I got it. I agreed with it. But I wasn’t particularly stirred by it.