City of Control is a science fiction story that borrows heavily from George Orwell's 1984. Instead of Big Brother we get a sort of Big Sister - called Control - whose face appears as a giant projection against the back wall of the small theatre. (It was fantastic to see this small space in the basement of Heritage Hall on Main Street used once more).
Her emphasis on all the trappings of the “modern urban yogini” are funny and fitting: the cell phone in the breast-emphasizing yoga shirt; the desire to “do this for yourself” because by doing things for yourself, you’re actually giving to the world; and even the constant peddling of her snake-oil. The only thing missing was a to-go coffee cup.
I wanted to like this show, because I agree with the message, but Ahuja’s slap-stick mimicry of the real world did nothing new to convey it.
Ahuja’s character is going through a nervous breakdown. The more successful she becomes in the...
Talk about going out with a bang! On the closing night performance of Italian American Reconciliation, the pre-show lament of eager audience wannabes being turned away at the door preceded the sound of erupting laughter and a startling gunshot.
TJ Dawe has become a perennial favorite at the Victoria Fringe Festival, and for good reason. His one man shows shine and spin like a midway ride at a Fall Fair. But since much of his material is autobiographical, and, by his own admission, he's been spending much of his recent life on the Fringe circuit, perhaps it was inevitable that it would come to this: a Fringe show about putting on a Fringe show.
TJ Dawe on a voyage of discovery at a fringe festival near you
Had the Fringe Festival brochure mentioned the fact that Andrew Connor is one half of The Cody Rivers Show there probably would have been a larger audience for the opening night performance of his "solo fiction" play Boom.
Andrew Connor, sans wig, glasses, sweater vest, suit, skirt and mismatched socks - but with one very red, very big ball.