Tag Archives: Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2014

Jamie Adkins: Circus Incognitus

August 11th, 2014 by

If you like old-school vaudeville, masterfully delivered, then Canadian clown Jamie Adkins is the man for you. I arrive a few minutes late, and I don’t warm to him straightaway. Perhaps because I’m cold and wet and out of breathe, having run to the theatre across Edinburgh in the rain. Perhaps because publicity promises someone […]

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Sh!t Theatre: Guinea Pigs on Trial

August 11th, 2014 by

The scene is set by playing the opening credits of X-Files with the soundtrack to Carla Lane’s Butterflies. Yes, it is funny – do try this at home. In the name of art – and aware of a need to get some matched funding – the Sh!t Theatre girls Becca and Louise (let’s just call […]

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Two Destination Language: Near Gone

August 11th, 2014 by

A story. A story of a little girl, playing in a garden full of flowers. The story builds – a tiny fragment is told. Then another. And another. She is four years old. She is wearing a blue cotton dress. We are in Bulgaria. The sun is a burning star. It is a green land […]

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Figs in Wigs: Show Off

August 11th, 2014 by

Squashed into a tiny performance space not big enough to swing a cat, five young women in fuschia pink wigs and neon nylon leotards in a variety of sickly hues (coral pink! Lime green!) are hula-hooping. Badly. The back two get completely entangled in the silver flash fronds behind them. The middle two persevere gamely, […]

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Circo Aereo & Thomas Monckton: The Pianist

August 11th, 2014 by

It’s a classic start: an empty stage, a shrouded grand piano, a low-hanging chandelier, a flurry from behind the curtains. The long, lanky, ginger-haired form of Thomas Monckton pops out briefly – a flurry of face-powder and flicked coat-tails – then disappears behind the blacks. Puppet-esque forms take shape, morph and dissolve. Eventually, the eponymous […]

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