Poop

Tonight Todd and I took in one of the Fringe Festival’s comic plays. For Reasons Unknown’s protagonist lives alone and comes home one day to find a giant poo on his couch. He has no pets; his doors and windows were locked. His best friend has a set of spare keys, as does the super. And the hot neighbor down the hall once had a set to water his plants while he was out of town. Which of these poopers is responsible for this unsavory gift?

Todd summed it up perfectly when he said the show was like a Saturday Night Live sketch that went on too long. The beginning of the show was very funny, the script has some clever moments, and about half of the performances were really good. You never know what you’re going to get at Fringe, so I consider that a pretty successful outcome. It’s not genius, but I laughed out loud more than once.