All gong and no dinner. A lot of Fringe shows suffer from this condition - a decent premise but miserable execution.  You see, a show about a black woman becoming the Queen of England seems like a sure Fringe bet.  Especially if you toss in a solid performer (Valerie Mason-John) with phenomenal British elocution wearing a silly blonde wig and hot pink prom dress.  But no - Brown Girl in the Ring is a full-on disaster.

Our erstwhile queen starts the show with a series of pointed proclamations for her Canadian subjects - then proceeds to descend into what I...