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  • irishtimes.com - Posted: September 17, 2010 @ 11:06 am

    Dispatches from the Fringe – #5

    Laurence Mackin

    Romance – sure ’tis everywhere in the Fringe. Medb Lambert from the Lambert Puppet dynasty knows all about it. She got married a week before the festival opened and, as a honeymoon, decided to put on a show – Cleaner by Asylum Productions at the Tiesan Cafe in Filmbase – with her new husband. If your marriage could survive that it could probably survive anything, and getting hitched doesn’t seem to have done them any harm. Michael Seaver, writing in this paper, said this adult fairytale about a woman who falls in love with her sweeping brush, has “subtleties in the action that reveal the sad realities of this marginal life”. It ends tomorrow.

    Meanwhile, the gossip mongers at Fringe central reckon Shenoah Allen from Pyjama Men has fallen for one of their team members. Scurrilous rumours this blog will do nothing to promulgate. Well, anything that keeps him and the show in this country as long as possible can only be a good thing as far as we’re concerned, especially seeing as it has sold out its run, with the exception of a few last tickets for next Saturday afternoon.

    As for today’s coverage in The Irish Times, I made it along to the subtly effective supermarket drama of I Am A Man, a very filling lunchtime performance indeed. I also took in Wish I Were Here – it really left me cold, but if you reckoned I missed the point, then please send your answers on a postcard below. Sara Keating has also being double jobbing. She reckons that City West Side Story is breaking absolutely no new ground, but there are “worse ways to spend an evening than with a music nerd whose passion overrides the human impulse for self-preservation”, which she did at Adventures of a Music Nerd. Meanwhile, Sinead Gleeson fails to find much to cheer about in Maximum Joy, and Peter Crawley is quietly impressed by the “big picture created from small moments” in the next two days of everything.

    And so we gallop gallantly into the weekend, when perhaps we won’t have to leave the Festival Club as early as we don’t want to. Hopefully we shall see you there. Or feel free to electronically accost us with your comments below. Half-time cocktails beckon, and what a week it’s been.

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