I was REALLY excited to see Assassinating Thomson by Bruce Horak. It’s a show about an iconic painter by a legally blind man. Horak bills himself as a blind mind, doing a one man show about Canada’s most celebrated painter. Well that’s cool.
Who doesn’t love those Group of Seven paintings? They’re so ridiculous and clichéd. People look at them and think “yeah, it must be great to ski in July. Canada is a great country.”
Unfortunately I got to the venue a mess, so I wasn’t in the best of moods. I paused as I entered the lobby at St Vlad’s. Then I got a grip.
My evening out at the Toronto Fringe Festival was characterized by an overwhelming nostalgia. Walking into the Annex Theatre for the first time in 18 years, I was instantly transported back to 1995, when I performed in two plays there. I have a great fondness for the intimate venue, which is full of warmth and history, a perfect setting for Laura Anne Harris’ hilarious and heartbreaking one-woman show—The Homemaker.
Boys and girls and mums and dads and grandparents were at Palmerston Library this morning at 11 to see The Happiest Place on Earth playing as part of the Toronto Fringe Festival. It’s such a lovely name for a play.
It has often been said that being marginalized is the same as simply being invisible. Your opinions matter for very little and, often, people don’t even realize you exist.
Inspired by interviews with Toronto’s homeless population, The Invisible City journals a mysterious epidemic where, all of the sudden, people just start vanishing into thin air. Currently playing at St. Vladimir’s Theatre, this Toronto Fringe show explores the theme of what it actually means to live on the periphery of mainstream society.
I did not expect to be entertained by a 15 minute play in a shed, but, thankfully, life consistently surprises me! Red Bedroom Theatre’s production of Adam in the Alleyplays venue at this year’s Toronto Fringe Festival, is a sharp exchange between two characters performed by two up-and-coming performers.
I should mention that I particularly enjoy performances that challenge traditional notions of the ‘stage’ and the audience/viewer boundary, and I kind of get off on that feeling of chaos when my brain is asking: what… is happening right now?!
Boys and girls and mums and dads and grandparents were at Palmerston Library this morning at 11 to see 
