Review by Megan Mooney
Okay, so, lets just get things started here by saying… GO TO THIS SHOW. Seriously. It’s a wonderful thing to behold.
Whether you agree with Panesh’s views or not, his passion and energy are infectious. Plus, the whole thing is bloody hilarious.
I debated about whether I should put a warning about ‘strong language’ after the jump. I decided I would, because if you can’t deal with ‘strong language’ you’re not going to enjoy this show, so you may as well skip the rest of the write-up.
Now, onto the bad words…
Continue reading Stand Up Monkey Poet – Matt Panesh (Fringe 2008 Review)
Review by Megan Mooney
Review of Damages: (Note: This is a longer version of my write-up on blogTO. The blogTO write ups include write-ups from multiple reviewers on multiple shows, check them out!)
I think this is a good play, but not executed as well as it could be. The two main actors in the show are veteran actors, I would put money on most people recognizing them. But there was something missing.
Continue reading Damages (Toronto Fringe 2008 Review)
Write ups by Megan Mooney
Fringe. Festival. Sapped. All. Energy…
Must. Post. Something…
Write ups after the jump of the following shows:
– Adam Growe’s The Mom and Pop Shop
– Nan loves Gerry
– Phat Love and the Thin Girl
Continue reading Toronto Fringe Reviews – The Mom and Pop Shop, Nan loves Gerry, Phat Love and the Thin Girl
by Megan Mooney
Well, theatre in Toronto is heating up for the summer (ha ha, get it? summer? heat? man, I’m just sooo funny).
There’s the Dora’s next Monday, a great celebration of theatre in our fine city. The trick is, will we all be awake enough to go since it’s right after the Pride parade.
Then there’s the Fringe festival July 2 – 13, which I have heard being affectionately called “summer camp for grown ups”.
Then in August there’s the Summerworks festival August 7-17.
Plus, of course, there’s all sorts of other non-festival things going on.
Gotta say, I love this city!
Review by Erin Klee
I met Louis Negin, co-creator and solo performer of The Glass Eye (which played at this year’s LuminaTO festival), in a coffee house a couple months ago.
We discovered each other under the best of circumstances; I knew nothing of him, and he knew nothing of me. We had each glanced up from our morning coffees and noticed the other. (He had disheveled white hair, inquisitive eyes, and a newspaper; I extricated myself from a backpack heavy with books and an ever-present laptop computer.) We both smiled. I can’t recall who spoke first.
Continue reading The Glass Eye at LuminaTO