Since the closure of Vue Weekly here in Edmonton, there has been a deficit in the critical analysis of local theatre. Where can Edmontonians turn to to receive such consistent reviews such as one show receiving both a 0 star review and a 4.5 star review from the same publication. Worry not, for we, here at djracespade.blogspot.com, are ready to give the best critical analysis of some of the acts that will be present at the 2019 Edmonton Fringe Festival.
Vue Weekly prided itself in producing reviews after the first show of a given Fringe production. djracespade.blogspot.com holds itself to a higher standard by producing reviews of shows based entirely on past experience and the subjective prejudiced perspective of the idea of a show in order to give you, the valued reader, the most immediate reviews possible.
These reviews have been chosen due to their presence on the June 19th, 2019 edition of Odd Wednesday.
Nuiboi
Nuiboi pushes the boundaries of artistic expression, using delightful costumes, subversive messaging, and an expressive intention that seeks to touch you in the heart and evolve your mind. They encourage their fellow humans to be better and if you dare question their message about the importance of the finding a more humane humanity, I will fucking cut you. With a knife or a sword or a broken piece of my beer glass that I dropped as I openly sobbed over the hollow state of our humanity that Nuiboi succinctly critiques of our collective soul, unlike that hack of a band from the 90's. If you are unwilling to concede that Nuiboi's message should transform us into a more loving people, then you better start training at the gym, because I am loading up on steroids and hiding all sorts of illegal weapons on my being and formally challenging you to a duel to the death in the caged fighting pit I've set up in my backyard specifically designed to challenge, punish, and destroy critics of Nuiboi's brilliance and message of love.
7 Jesuses out of 7. Or Jesi if you have more of a background in Latin.
Merk Deux Soleil
Rebecca Merkley is a modern day, less assholeish version of Andy Kaufman, upsetting the applecart of traditional comedy and she successfully points out the flaw in human pride. Merkley and her Merk Deux Soleil has cornered the market of joy. Always smiling and always laughing, she is a person that is explicitly and viciously happy. She exudes the best qualities of life. You can't be sad around her or Berk Deux Soleil because she is like a reverse vampire where she bites into the neck of negativity and drains the cynicism and drains negativity from the audience and instead infects them with a curse of abundant joy and the audience is now a thrall to her will. Rebecca Merkley is now the dictator that dismisses the hopelessness and fear of the future, replacing it with an unending thirst for life.
Plelve clowns out of 9 circus tents.
Don't Not Talk to Strangers
What can I say? Don't tell people to not unavoid watching Don't Not Talk to Strangers because they will not be unimpressed. It is impossible to not overunderestimate their not unincredible talent because they don't not never fail to oversurpass your nigh impossible standards of comedy. Their style is very easily not inaccessible, very much not unlike this reviews fails to be. These are 7 strangers who do not feel like strangers but rather are more like the family I never visit ever since the fallout of them dying. (It's fine. I've gotten over it.)
15 candies out of 9 strangers.
The Debutantes Present: My Mistake
Readers of my reviews would likely expect that I would give a series of glowing reviews to all the acts tonight and then give a hilariously, aggressively antagonistic review to my own group for the larfs because that's where you assume I would put the twist. Well, if that's the case, fuck you! I'm a professional. I give all shows the same fair judgment to all shows I review regardless of my presence in them.
The Debutantes have ascended above the realms of humanity and gods; even the God of Abraham and David. The Debutantes, sometimes known as "The Debs", have once again embraced the heavenly bliss of God's love and acceptance as His chosen comedians. They cannot do any wrong. Their writing, delivery, direction all have made the angels cum with desire and the devils piss their pants in fear of the comedy they invoke.
The only exception to this is David Rae, who was only in charge of saying two simple lines. You may think that since this is a comedic review that I would dunk on myself, but guess again, fucktoid! Because despite his faulty memory, crippling anxiety, and crushing depression, he was able to present the rawness and vulnerability of humanity that can only be found in barely doing the minimum to rehearse.
The Debutantes get 9 boners out of 9 boners.
- David Rae
Reviewer for djracespade.blogspot.com
