Improvolution

What do I write about this improv, other than to welcome this talented troupe from Seattle to the Vancouver Fringe, and let them know that our cars travel kilometres just like in France. On Tuesday night the two women moved, talked, and sang about goose shit, while a man named Richard played the electric piano.

One of the women had a stronger voice and more powerful movements , and when she announced the phone number to call she was hilarious. How can anyone get laughs out of the number seven?

The two women had such an ease with each other that much of the time I forgot it was new to them too.  My favourite was when they played almost themselves eating goose shit and loving it.  The music and lights punctuated each scene. The half hour was just right. The two women who sat behind me in the audience studied improv and called the performance “masterful.” One volunteer called it “cute.”