With a desire to become a serious actor, Sam Harbinger ended up in the worst contract in show business as a children’s television performer. In an attempt to get out of the business altogether, Harbinger and his sidekick desperately try to get his show cancelled by making it highly inappropriate for young children. But his plan fails and – surprise, surprise - he ends up becoming an even bigger star, but with a whole new crowd.
Despite being advertised as a comedy, The Harbingers by playwright Jim Cunningham would in fact be better described as a tragedy. And if the...
Barry Smith has a rock-solid history of successful multi-media solo comedy shows that somehow shine the spotlight on Barry's appreciation of humanity so well that you somehow manage to forget all that whizz-bang Power Point™ technology he uses to tell those captivating stories. Following on Jesus in Montana, American Squatter and Me, My Stuff and I (aka Barry Smith's Baby Book), Barry brings us his Employment quadrant to compliment the Spiritual, Family and Material quadrants with which Fringe-goers have become familiar.
And, really, we are so familiar by now, aren't we? I mean, I feel like I'm related to Barry,...
What starts off promising - a dead man's cell phone rings interminably in a small cafe, and a strange woman sitting near him can't keep herself from answering it - steadily veers away from enjoyable and into annoying.
Highly recommended! Don't let the slightly lame description of this play in the Fringe guide dissuade you - this is a genuinely wonderful play mostly due to the talent of actor Giovanni Mocibob, and it's well worth your time.
A man in a silver space suit, that being Johnny Tomorrow, a time traveler with a penchant for the history of astronomy, is a man on a mission. He’s utterly delighted to be taking our soggy Sunday afternoon audience on a laser lit trip through time and space.
This sketch of an Iraqi named Saddam - an illegal immigrant in (unnamed city) earning money by selling roses - is written as a bitter and complex inner-dialogue-made-public. It turns in on itself through repeated phrases just as the character's mind obsessively circles his own pain.
You know how jokes can get kinda tired and end up falling flat? Jokes about cocks tend to do that, but before they do, they’re pretty funny.
Stand-up comedian Jon Bennett has been working on this project, Pretending Things Are a Cock for about the last three years. It started as a Facebook page where he’d post pictures of varied items protruding from his groin area. It became wildly popular so now there’s a book for sale filled with glossy Pretend Cock photos and he has this show going.
The list of objects Bennett employs includes monuments from around the...
The year is 1962. The time is approximately 5:30 in the afternoon. Mr. Teale, a well adjusted, introverted bachelor, pours himself a glass of lemonade and settles in for a quick afternoon nap in his perfectly manicured back yard. As he starts to nod off, he is unexpectedly interrupted by the intriguing and persuasive Mrs. Deremont, an encyclopedia saleswoman with an interesting pitch. Out of politeness and curiosity, Mr. Teale surrenders his next hour of his time to Mrs. Deremont, which turns out to be one of the most poignant hours of his life.
