Sweet Grassmarket (Venue 18)
How badly does someone have to fuck up to get a 1 star review? What kind of monster trashes some poor artist’s blood sweat and tears in such a heartless manner? What possible justification can there be?
When considering stars one takes into account the emotional highs and lows, how the story and acting connects. When the door opened and the Sweet crew member beckoned us that the coast was clear and we could make good our escape, I went into full-on Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt fantasy bunker rescue title credit fantasy.
The bugger of it is that the show isn’t all bad. The first 15 minutes is remarkably palatable, showing promise even. The energy from the acting trio is high, it’s all fun and games. Then it all starts to unravel.
The recurring character of Kanye West appears as a form of douchebag spirit guide/mentor to the protagonist throughout. After the show, one of my friends (over 50) turned to me and asked “who’s Kanye West?” to which I replied “exactly”.
There are some redeeming factors (pay attention in case you miss them). The birth scene is pretty hilarious at the beginning, the generic character grunting is fun a couple of times. One later line is “I went to drama school for this”. Oh, how true.
Good luck to anyone who brings a show to the Fringe, puts themselves out there and risks this kind of critique.
Maybe I just missed the point. Maybe it’s like that noise frequency only young people and dogs can hear.
Maybe it’s so bad it’s good. Maybe it’s the Showgirls of this year’s Fringe. Maybe with the right energy, the right friends, the right drugs, it’s groundbreaking and avant guarde. Go see for yourself, cause what do I know?