My Christian Penis
The Shop, 607 New York Avenue NW
Remaining Performances:
Saturday, July 24th, 11:30 pm
Sunday, July 25th, 4:30pm
They Say: “Manfred is a penis with his own brain and personality. He’s a gay-bashing, teabagging fundamentalist worried about going to Hell, as he’s inconveniently attached to an agnostic liberal. Religious parody, science fiction and social commentary [...]
For all of this madcap novelty,Singing Eggs and Spermless Babies is written in the same key as Gen-X provocateur Kevin Smith‘s work; even with its ribald wise-cracks on loan from Michael Patrick King( “Benedyke Arnold”? Really?), its themes are frustratingly simplistic and conventional. Subversion requires more than just a few dirty words. Overextended at nearly 90 minutes, Singing Eggs presents a crowded field of ideas that an intentionally light piece of musical theater needn’t burden itself with.
UNcontentED Love
The Shop at Fort Fringe
607 New York Avenue, NW.
Remaining Performances:
Saturday, July 17 at 5:30 p.m.
Sunday, July 18 at 11:00 p.m.
Saturday, July 24 at 9:30 p.m.
They say: “Exposing the darker side of relationships through physical poetry: scenes between lovers, spouses and rivals; love thrown off by rejection, jealousy, misunderstanding, insecurity, and broken promises; with perhaps [...]
It’s clear that Bliden and Halpern have immense talent, and the rest of the cast gamely injects an incredible sense of professionalism into roles that only requires them to wink and nod. But as with Ishtar’s Rogers and Clarke, Please Listen’s strengths are bogged down by needless convention and predictable quirk.
PLANT PSYCHIC/DISORDER
Goethe Mainstage
Remaining Performances:
Jul 12th 4:30 pm
Jul 17th 7 pm
Jul 18th 1 pm
Jul 26th 1 pm
They Say: “Double Pleasure Double Fun: 2 2 shows in One! DISORDER — PakratPatty combats ‘Collector-itis’ & ‘Disposophobia’ in light-hearted look at OCD. Will Clutter Hoarding ==> Utter Chaos? Will PP vanquish compulsion Let Nothing Go? PLANT [...]
In which your trusty Fringe bloggers disclose sundrie facts — some of which may prove revealing — about their sensibilities. And their sordid pasts. In this installment: Matt Siblo.
