March 07, 2006

Unlike its previous incarnations, this year’s Fringe Festival lacked half-naked men. Indeed, shows in previous years flaunted such abundance of boy flesh that a special prize was awarded to the “best topless man.” Luckily for us, lesbian werewolf superheroes more than made up for the absence of man boobs in this year’s Fringe.

The lesbians also made up for those plays that were utterly unwatchable, and there were quite a few of them this year. Shows like Cutters, a prolonged introspection into suicide and self-mutilation, caused us to groan and make animal noises in the dark: Laura was a cat; I was some sort of man-pig. The main characters did nothing but sit at a table and talk about being dull, and I had to amuse myself by moving Laura’s limbs to hit people in the dark.

We need more shows about lesbian superheroes and men in yellow underpants, not meaningless, self-inflicted dribble. Nobody cares about the suffering of your stilted characters. Let’s show fucking on stage! Or more dancing!

Overall, Fringe was awesome for allowing us to hug each other, drink uncontrollably, explore the awesomeness of Corwin, and eventually spread our love and saliva at various parties. I’m becoming a groupie.

Link Love:

• The epic of Fr!nge (Amy’s post)
• I Still Have Time to Punch that Homeless Guy in the Face (Sherry’s post)
• I Can Program A VCR (Corwin’s post)
• Thing Our Thong (Corwin’s mean reviews)
• Free Anarchy (Corwin’s Fringe videos)
• My Fringe photos
• WLUSP Fringe photos
• Fr!nge and Touch (last year’s fringe experience)