Fire Extinguisher

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She breathed the room alight,

Potential burning bright.

Her steaming mind of might

Saw a future taking flight.

 

Peers of Potential’s past

Watched cadets raise the mast.

And so a journey they thought would last

Showed no signal of ‘Avast’.

 

Victory was her taking,

O’ the history she’d be making.

But cruel Fate had been faking,

And soon Potential’s heart was breaking.

 

She went as far as Fate allowed her.

Flames extinguished blessed power.

And so Fate and The Man did cower

As Potential died up in the tower.

 

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This poem is a tribute to Firdaws Kedir, the 12-year-old who was awarded the winning ‘Debate Mate’ prize by Bill Gates, before dying in Grenfell Tower months later.

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REVIEW: Dunkirk (BFI IMAX)

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Never has a film taken me into itself the way that Dunkirk did. Whilst studying history informs us of what happened, it isn’t until rare occasions, such as this, where the power of film can actually add the necessary emotion/feeling to that information; for one to really understand the terror and fight for survival that these humans, who actually lived through what you wrote about on that exam paper, endured.

To be fair, seeing it on the UK’s biggest screen, with one of the most advanced sound systems, certainly helped. However, at the same time, you couldn’t improve a turd by making it bigger. At this point, Christopher Nolan has made a fine art of working with the IMAX technology, as opposed to letting it do the work for him. With this remarkable tool, the audience is taken onto the beaches, into the air and onto sinking ships that have a fate far more terrifyingly blunt than that of the Titanic. All, may I add, without the need for 3D.

Now, the main debate that has been had over the film is the lack of character backstory: whilst some criticise its absence, others argue that it is about the whole situation and not the characters. Well, I’m here to say that is about the characters and that all necessary character development is shown through what is happening in the present. There’s no time in a war-zone to sit down and tell everyone your life-story; the point is that everything you need to know about every characters’ humanity is visually presented to you through their actions and the action that happens to them.

As a student studying the practice of scriptwriting, it is one of the golden rules that if you can execute a scene’s functions/purpose without the use of dialogue, don’t use it. With this remarkable screenplay, Nolan makes a point of how he needed barely any for the entire movie. Indeed, Dunkirk is a fine tapestry of visual storytelling.  With the exception of some fantastic exchanges, with the very deliberate casting of a master of words such as Kenneth Branagh, most scenes involve between one-sentence lines to simply non-verbal cries. In such a high-budget production, this minimalist approach is such a bold one and one that, for myself at least, really hits it home with what the film is trying to do.

This film is a true ballet of suspense. Using techniques that have a similar DNA pattern to a well-made horror flick, the execution of the storytelling is what makes you feel the terror these soldiers really faced. For myself, this was most felt quite early on in the film: as planes approach the beach, Nolan pulls no punches in showing the audience what it’s like being exposed on a large open space with nowhere to hide.

Dunkirk is no less than a masterpiece and is the best example of a true-life event captured in a bottle that I have ever seen. It is honest and it is blunt, but it is never disrespectful by any stretch of the imagination.

A true testament to why films are best seen in a cinema.

Horsey out.

Dunkirk, BFI IMAX London, 24/08/2017

Speech.

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Self-belief; it purges my speech.

Ripples my words when I want a smooth stream.

But how can I speak any more coherent,

When those around me keep kicking the current?

 

Forced into the frame of socially-incapable,

But it’s alright mate; your appearance is somewhat serviceable.

But I’m more than that, I have so much to say –

I’m not a still image; I’m a video struggling to play.

 

So many years, they disrupted my signal.

Spinning me round on a buffering circle.

But I managed to find a better connection,

But the update was never going to be a smooth expansion.

 

Constantly remoulding and reshaping the model,

Hoping for distraction from the software internal.

This isn’t right, where’s the pride in introversion?

Is it there, or is the answer physical compensation?

 

Nerves are the enemy; confidence the cure.

Former prevents the latter; a paradox I endure.

But you think that subtle alienation’s going to stop me?

You’ll be the one who’ll first face my fixed personality.

 

Except, do I even need to be fixed?

Succumbing to all of conformity’s tricks.

You stick by those who embrace your flaws and your grit.

I’m damaged and I’m strange – Fucking deal with it.

 

REVIEW: The Book of Mormon

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This pioneer of putting ‘cutting-edge’ into musical theatre may be about the squeaky-clean followers of the supposed third testament, but it’s also a real testament to how a comedy-musical can execute singing and dancing as well as any other musical, as opposed to those aspects having to be spoofed because it’s a comedy. This smart tapestry of satire, smut and character-based comedy knows where its humour is supposed to be and the skill and complexity of the song-numbers is as strong in their performance as its West End counterparts and never half-arsed. Some of the tap dancing in Mormon is astonishing, as are some of the more advanced vocals.

Still, the star of the show remains as the mercilessly outrageous sense of humour that pierces through the entire show, whilst the innocence and good intentions of the characters keeps the audience on-side in one genius balancing act. If you’re easily offended, this is probably a danger-zone. However, I will say how surprised my prejudiced young-adult self was at how many grey heads were bobbing with laughter through the whole thing.

Unavoidably likable characters, a blistering sense of humour that never feels mean-spirited and a stellar piece of musical theatre, The Book of Mormon is a full-package delivery that sends a massive Hasa Diga to anyone who thinks comedy is ‘lazier’ genre.

Horsey out!

Prince of Wales Theatre, 16/07/2017

Response to article: ‘Spare me the fawning tweets saying your A-level results ‘don’t define you’ – they do, and they should’ …nah.

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Article: Spare me the fawning tweets saying your A-level results ‘don’t define you’ – they do, and they should

Honestly, I’m sick of our ‘betters’ pointing to what they consider ‘below’ in an attempt to enforce what should or shouldn’t define us. It’s the individual’s choice what defines them. The fact that there’s two arguments from those supposedly superior to us, just because they got some time on a newspaper’s click-bait by the way, surely suggests that they have as much of a clue as we do; shit all!

There’s no right answer. You can fail school and still accomplish an impressively evil corporation or you can find success through the doors qualifications open; there’s no one path and not everyone is programmed for the same one path. I mean, I’m studying Creative Writing so, if anything, I may find less opportunities from my £21,000+ burden than someone who didn’t bother with uni in the first place, but my poor educational decisions are another story!

Bottom-line is that the older and more experienced need to stop being so dictatorial over what the young should feel they need to define themselves by, just because they happened to come out of a vagina twenty years earlier than us.

Edinburgh Fringe 2017 Part 4 – Reviews for Thursday 10th + Friday 11th August

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Thursday 10th August

After a traffic jam that turned a twenty-minute bus into forty, we missed the show we’d booked tickets for. However, the guy at the box office said that we could use our tickets for tomorrow’s show and, following a pint of cider and a very persuasive flyerer, we ended up at a nerd-fest upstairs instead:

Rik Carranza Presents: ST vs. SW

(13.10, Monkey Barrel Comedy)

At the end of the day, this show was just an hour of shameless fun, as we watched three geeks rant on a stage. However, Rik Carranza did an excellent job at giving that fun a structure and format that allows him to comfortably change the two guests debating either side every show. With the subjects and questions of debate as well; nothing in the show was too specific or alienating (ha!) for a more casual viewer such as myself. The guy defending Star Trek may have seemed to know as much about it as me, but that didn’t really matter and, even if it had been distracting, you’re never going to have it perfect when bringing in random comedians. The atmosphere was warm and the show was an unexpected bonus to our Fringe.

3/5

The Canon: A Literary Sketch Show

(14.40, Underbelly Cowgate)

Three years after I last saw this show, I returned to find that they had boldly refreshed their entire roster of material. It’s always hard to let go of a working formula but, whilst I did miss middle-aged Charlie being depressed under the burden of running the chocolate factory, I was glad to see what else this thematically unique sketch troupe could do. Probably the only show that can identify the holes in my university education, few authors, poets or indeed illustrators (unless ‘Where’s Wally?’ is the height of contemporary metafiction) are left unscathed by the quill that quipped this script together.

Yet, the material is equalled and sometimes excelled by the calibre of the performances in the show which, at one point, left myself and Alex wanting slide onto the floor and die pissing ourselves. Some shows are self-confessed hit-or-miss; this is more like laugh-or-learn, much like what you get from the more intellectual end of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

If you want a sketch show that diversifies a market so saturated by the straightforward revue, then let The Canon sort you out. Though, make sure you’ve read a book or two first. If you’re a literature student, this should be an absolute liberation!

4.5/5

Sleeping Trees at the Movies – Sci-fi?

(17.30, Pleasance Dome)

Our second time seeing the Trees this Fringe (if you have the time to watch the whole trilogy, do! They alternate everyday), ‘Sci-fi’ may well have upped it for me from ‘Mafia’ (read Part 2 of my Fringe blog for that!). When you’re a group who creates all the characters, story and imagery through voice, body and music, science-fiction must be the hardest genre to execute. But yeah, they did it. Whether it was someone doing a hand stand to form the front and handles of a bike-speeder or a perfectly synchronised robot army, it is easy to overlook what the quality of physical theatre that lies at the backbone of the Sleeping Trees’ work. It’s brings a whole other layer to their comedy and their storytelling, celebrating the fact that they’re in a theatre and not confined to what works on a screen.

Not missing the opportunity to pull in even more obscure jokes through the sci-fi premise, whilst once again working with a fully cohesive story that was easy for the audience to follow, the Trees continue to solidify the ‘narrative comedy’ genre as their domain. Glad we got to see them twice.

5/5

Siân and Zoë’s Sugar Coma Fever Nightmare

(18.45, Just the Tonic @The Community Project)

Another gem that proves it’s definitely worth seeing what you find on the flyers down the Royal Mile, this show provided the absurdity that ‘alternative comedy’ is really meant to be about; not just avoiding offensive words. After seeing so many classically-structured sketch shows, it was great to see a double-act completely break those conventions apart and just do their own thing. An organised stream of consciousness, the strange and unusual sketch conceits gave a really enticing blast of imagination and fearlessness. The audience was small, yet laughed with the decibels of double the people there, with myself and Alex certainly contributing to that.

There was also an unconventional level of audience participation in this sketch show, with provided a very engaging blend of sketch and character stand-up. A highlight would be a section where Siân and Zoë fished for dreams in the audience: his typical self, Alex revealed his dream about drowning in Tennent’s beer. Yet, I have little to criticise when I recall my response to thinking of a famous historical building; let’s just say, the building’s not there anymore. I think I need some kind of psychological analysis after that one. Though, to her (Siân’s) credit, she took the diabolical thing I said and managed to run with it.

Regardless, this show was one of my favourites on the Fringe this year and it deserves far more of an audience so please don’t miss them out if you’re going and somehow found yourself reading this!

5/5

 

Clusterf*ck

(20.45, Movement)

True to its title, this show’s a mishmash of what’s on at the Fringe, each act getting a ten-minute set to provide a sample of their main show. I always love this event as it exposes you to performers you would’ve otherwise missed. Leading out with a strong compere, we got a strong variety of stand-ups, double acts and a musical comedy group to finish off. Great time, excellent show, no more to be said…

…and that has nothing to do with the double-act Next Best Things. I mean, I’m constructive in my opinions, not another male swayed by the slightest bit of female attention; you can’t just flirt with me in the middle of your act and, there you go, you’re hilarious. What am I saying? As soon as what was happening made itself clear, it took one turn to Alex next to me for him to burst into an absolute fit, as he genuinely laid himself across the next three seats, pissing himself. And I.. Well, I had a great time. I’m sorry, but if you ask “can I call you ‘Sexy James’?” I’m going to enjoy the act! Honestly though, they had some brilliantly surreal ideas and are another act who seamlessly fuse audience interaction into sketch comedy with hilarious effect. If anyone has the chance, their actual show is 16.45 at Pleasance Courtyard. If I wasn’t on the train back the next day by then, I certainly know I would’ve gone.

10/5*

*may contain traces of bias and bad maths.

Friday 11th August

Lucy Pearman: Maid of Cabbage

(12.30, Monkey Barrel Comedy)

To end our time in Edinburgh, we got to see a true show of the Fringe; an absurdist solo character comedy. Despite solo character comedy being one of the most difficult things to pull off, Lucy Pearman made it look as easy as putting on another set of clothes. When the focus is on a singular character, every slight action or mannerism counts and Pearman had a strong command of this. That was what impressed me the most about this show: how well she immersed herself and held onto that character for the duration of the show. Some would assume that’s not as important in comedy as drama; it bloody-well is. You need to believe in the character before you can invest enough to laugh at it.

The audience interaction is also very prominent: I mean, just from the fact she gave the entire front row a cabbage, you should get a feel from the tone without me spoiling too much. I wasn’t left out either, though I think she may have regretted that. You see, she placed a tall black soldier’s hat on my head and, failing to turn my performer side off for a second, I decided to respond ‘in-character’. Looking back now, that was probably a bit unhelpful but it was a laugh all the same and she ran with it very well.

Through well-conceived and executed characterisation, Pearman managed to keep us under her hilarious, often endearing but even more often sinister trance for an entire hour. Usually, with character comedy, that can feel like an awful long time. With Lucy Pearman, we wanted it to be longer.

Thank you for ending our time at the Edinburgh Fringe 2017 with such an A-class show.

5/5

I’ll have my concluding thoughts up in the next few days or so, but that is now all seventeen shows we saw that I have reviewed. Going back through them all was a great way to reaffirm them in my memory, and sure they’ll be there for some time. I hope to learn from all the excellence I saw at this year’s Fringe and carry it over when we perform there next year. Let’s hope!

Horsey out

Edinburgh Fringe 2017 Part 3 – Wednesday 9th August

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Slash Theatre: The Room in the Elephant

(14.15, Heroes @The Hive)

To the credit of the three performers, they’d already been handed a poor turnout of about five people and still persevered through the whole show. Unfortunately, the show itself was quite a tough watch. It was clear that a lot of thought had been put into homing in the metaphysical concept of the show being about itself: three characters in a room trying to come up with a show. However, there is only so many times you can rely on “so I’ll be saying these very words in the play right now… and those words.. and those ones.” When it looked like this bit was only the opening of the show, it was okay; then I realised that was the show. Whilst I appreciate the efforts that this group put into selling us this angle, this show needed more to it. When your show is essentially like a version of The Muppet Show where it’s only the in-between backstage sections, only set three-months before when the show hasn’t even been written yet, it’s really difficult to hold an audience’s attention for an entire hour. Occasionally they had more abstract moments to evoke the absurdist genre they were labelled with, but even they didn’t sit well with the rest of the show.

The jokes themselves never really clicked with the near-silent audience either, with one of the often-repeated lines being “I just think the audience will just find this bit really boring:” I’m not saying it was, it’s just that putting those words into the audience’s heads isn’t the greatest thing to do in any show. There was one woman enjoying herself behind us, but when it was revealed she was a plant the whole time to pay-off a joke at the end, I’m afraid that was the final nail in the coffin for me.

1.5/5

 

The Warwick Revue Presents: Night Shift

(17.15, Black Market)

Like our previous show, this one had a small, though slightly larger, turnout. Yet, it deserved far more; precisely why people shouldn’t be afraid of trying the Free Fringe. As you’ll see below, we saw three sketch revues in a row. This free one was on-par with the two paid ones and quite possibly contained the cleverest writing. Whilst they are evidently still feeling the waters with what does and doesn’t work – I mean I can’t relate to that at all – the show we got just kept getting stronger and stronger as it went on. There were some true moments of brilliance peppered across the show, which I will not ruin, and all of the sketches were very different and diverse. One of my favourite sketches may have not even been one that gets you roaring with laughter, but the discipline behind the sheer speed of the performances had both myself and Alex in awe.

Please do not overlook The Warwick Revue.

4/5

Leeds Tealights: Fix Us

(18.35, Just the Tonic @The Caves)

In terms of performance, this was the strongest sketch revue I saw. Immediately displaying an electric sense of confidence, The Tealights were evidently very well-versed in working a Fringe audience. The sketch-writing was strong, but the execution was the real star. For sketch comedy, it is well-known that have to be able to convincingly pull off a variety of characters and that was certainly no issue for these guys. One sketch got laughs purely out of the excellence of the accents, and that’s not in a bad way at all. For me, it was inspiring to see this group of truly comedically gifted performers in-action. Excellent show and, thanks to one sketch, I now know what sort of service I expect in Subway.

4.5/5

Bristol Revunions: Glass

(19.55, Just the Tonic @The Caves)

Another solid sketch show, with plenty of creative and wonderfully bizarre ideas throughout – the best probably being the Monopoly sketch which I won’t spoil. The only critique I’d have of this show is the murder-mystery arc used to hold the show together, which sometimes left me waiting for the next sketch to start. However, this issue is minor at best and I really enjoyed this revue as well.

One thing I did notice with all three sketch revues was their similarity in structure. Whilst there needs to be a main ‘tentpole’ sketch that can be returned to throughout the show, as I learnt myself the hard way, all three went for playing themselves in the same ‘behind-the-scenes’ Muppet-type premise. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with it; just something I picked up on.

3.5/5

Frankie Boyle: Prometheus Volume 1

(21.20, EICC)

Going into the venue, it was strange to walk into such a large theatre for a show at the Fringe. Whilst this may have meant the show didn’t have the same intimacy as others we’ve seen had, there wasn’t much quarrel that this particular show needed one; it’s Frankie Boyle. A man who certainly lived up to the reputation he’s built, we were provided with an hour of gloriously explicit and specific filth, which Boyle managed to apply pretty much everything he spoke about. Observation, satire, Scotland, the Royals; nothing was safe from the tyranny of those unbeatable and unforgiving similes and tangents that he is so well-known for.

However, as ashamed as I am to say it, the moment that really exposed what force of nature was on the stage came about when one unknowing idiot attempted to heckle. The moment you heard the words “what about Brexit?” sound with illy-prepared drunken English confidence, you saw the lion turn and lurch towards the prey that had just fallen into his den. The inaudible slurs of the man were like that of a pathetic little scavenger scrambling against the side, desperately trying to claw their way out. It was no good: the almighty predator tore them apart and left them to rot.. outside because the guy got kicked out in the end.

Once again, Frankie Boyle puts class into the unclassy.

5/5

Late ‘n’ Live

(1.00, Gilded Balloon Teviot)

Now, whilst level of professionalism that a Frankie Boyle-type is something to behold at, it’s Late ‘n’ Live where the truly raw stand-up comedy comes in. Now, I am aware that this notorious early-morning drinks-fest.. has allegedly become ‘tamer’ over the years.. apparently that’s a thing. However, as a first-time audience member, it would appear that the event’s reputation is now attracting some really great rising talent. Perhaps the time of night, atmosphere and cocktails we’d had before helped a bit, but I laughed at every act that came on.

Yet, it was definitely compere John Hastings who owned the show, who held the whole audience of people under alcohol or worse (yes, they were there) so seamlessly. A true off-the-cuff comedian, practically all his material came off of audience interaction. Also, I’d recommend checking out Larry Dean’s solo show, which will most likely be anything close to gold if his L’n’L set was anything to go by.

4.5/5*

*alcohol-influenced rating

More tomorrow, which will have reviews for Thursday 10th and Friday 11th (though, we did only see one show on the Friday!

Edinburgh Fringe 2017 Part 2 – Reviews for Tuesday 8th August

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Form

(12.00, Pleasance Dome)

The only show we saw outside of the comedy bracket, this being a physical theatre piece, Form is a self-evident result of the performers devising and playing around. With entertaining results, the title ‘Form’ reflects the fact that the show doesn’t have any specific form or structure. Set in a typically systematic office space, the characters’ ever-increasing digression into inventively fooling around with work supplies and such creates a fascinating correlation between the fiction and the working atmosphere in which the fiction was created. Whilst this fluid structure does slow down a bit in the latter half, it makes for a refreshingly creative use of a ‘imagination restricted to environment’ premise. The show leaves you with provocative ideas of having your potential trapped in a box of staplers and window blinds; something that the performers themselves are most likely attempting to escape with this very show. For the best sequence using the ‘going down the stairs’ illusion I’ve ever seen alone, this is worth the watch.

4/5

 

The Cambridge Footlights International Tour 2017: Dream Sequence 

(16.00, Pleasance Dome)

Obviously, the Footlights has had its place as the podium for tomorrow’s talent for almost as long as the Fringe itself. Consequently, whilst you expect a stellar and hilarious show, you also unfairly carry the stigma that these performers will have a cold awareness of their brilliance. However, as I watched my first Footlights revue, that never came across at all. Like the rest of the best, they were just a phenomenally talented group of performers wanting to put on a good show.

The hit-and-miss ratio leaning far closer to the former, there were so many sparks of genius throughout the show. If it wasn’t the spot-on writing, it was how the performers took from and worked off the writing and, if it wasn’t that, it was how these performers worked with the audience: watch out for an absolutely killer sketch with two teachers trying to crowd control a school coach. Whilst the show would have worked fine without the more politically-heavy sketches, they are still very funny and the show is by no means lesser with their inclusion. An A-class revue and, in a time where the world begins to speed up, it is a credit to the Footlights for keeping to their classic structure of largely three-minute-long sketches and fully relish the ideas in the material.

4.5/5

Sleeping Trees at the Movies: Mafia?

(17.30, Pleasance Dome)

They are the best. This may have already been my stance, prior to this year, but seeing the show again simply reaffirmed the Sleeping Trees as my favourite group at the Fringe. They are the full package: fully-developed narratives with a large cast of characters and changing environments clearly defined and realised through the physical and vocal talents of three performs and one musician: how do they do it? With this show being ‘Mafia’, the conventions of this genre are also excellently observed and executed, as is said conventions in ‘Sci-fi’, but I’ll be reviewing that one later! Having now done these shows for the past couple of years, the Trees’ comfort within these shows are very much their gain: being able to identify the precise moments to stick to the story or to improvise and attempt to crack each other up without any risk of deterring the audience and losing the story. It is a remarkable balance that is kept and controlled by the trio’s firm chemistry and understanding of one another. I was glad to return to the unbeatable escapism they provide and to see Alex experience Sleeping Trees for the first time.

5/5

Shit-faced Showtime: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

(22.00, Underbelly Med Quad)

Very much what it says on the empty can, this is basically an unaltered adaptation of Wizard of Oz with a drunken cast member thrown into it and, whilst I was hoping for a more inventive comedic retelling, what we got was entertaining enough. Seeing these trained musical theatre performers having to work around this piss-head mucking up everything was truly something to behold. In our performance, the drunkard was the Tin Man whose decision to instead seek Oz for a new personality was definitely the highlight. However, it has to be said, the moments when the drunk wasn’t on stage and the musical was just being performed straight did seem to drag along a bit and this is when a more comedic script could have been brought in to great effect. Also, during the songs, it was unfortunate that these talented musical theatre performers’ voices were at the mercy of a faulty microphone system. Overall, though, we came out of this show having had a great time.

3/5

The Improverts

(00.30, Bedlam Theatre)

Any apprehensions that improvisation’s an easy scapegoat will be challenged by The Improverts. Whilst pre-written material is inevitably more polished, watching what a performer is capable of when working off-the-cuff is truly something to behold and, in this case, that was a recklessly entertaining hour-long show. Though many of the stimulant games were not too dissimilar to what we play at the Winchester drama society, through sheer wit and general eye for comedy, this group were able to seamlessly use said games to generate entire five-minute sketches.

The Improverts also have a clear understanding that the best way to show improvisation in-action is to let the audience make a lot of the decisions, when it came to choosing the premise/character/setting of a game. Not only this but, in the final game, they open the stage up to the audience to join in at any time; an offer which Lucie, Alex and myself were, of course, eager to take up. In fact, once I’d come up and done a bit, they made me and another fella bow with them, much to our amused embarrassment. Thank you so much to The Improverts for such an upbeat and fun end to our first day at the Fringe. 4.5/5

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That’s all for now, I’ll have what we saw last Wednesday written up for tomorrow.

Edinburgh Fringe 2017: Part 1 – Introduction

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Between Tuesday 8th August and Friday 11th August, myself and Mr Alexander Denley Spencer III saw seventeen shows at this year’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival because we forgot how bank accounts work. We labelled the whole thing as a ‘research trip’ for our own Fringe campaign, which we are doing as the Biscuit Barrel next year, but blatantly that’s just a misleading professional term for ‘watching lots of stuff and pissing about’. Through shows, chips, Tennent’s beer and a couple escapades with the brilliant Miss Lucie Strannack and co, we really enjoyed our fleeting time in Edinburgh – the best city in August (who needs the sun?).

Despite the prior three times I’d gone – though this time I did remove Alex’s Fringe chastity belt – this year definitely felt different; if it were ever possible to stand on a horizon, that was what this year felt like. The excitement of channelling through the flyer-wavers and street performers down the thriving current of the Royal Mile evoked daring thoughts of ‘this could be us next year’ like they’d never done before. Since I was fifteen-years-old, I’ve wanted to perform on the Fringe, but it wasn’t until this year that the idea had real a weight of reality to it.

Of course, this weight carries a pound of angst in it too: this dream project is a gamble and, like any big gamble, a lot of dollar’s involved. A Fringe performer puts the best they can do out to the public, just to see if it can do anything and that is terrifying stuff. With this in mind, as I do my reviews of what I’ve seen this year, and whilst I do not expect any of these performers to ever come across what I have just dribbled onto my blog, I will not forget the effort that has been put behind these shows and will try to be as respectful as I can, whilst still giving an honest opinion of how I felt about them. With sketch shows, improv shows, character comedians, late-night stand-ups, awkward self-aware shows and physical theatre to cover, I better get cracking.

But, as a general comment, thank you to this year’s festival for giving me the most well-rounded Fringe I’ve ever had and next year, with a bit of luck, we too will be on a makeshift stage in a converted workhouse.

REVIEW: Her (Short film, 2017)

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Link to ‘Her’ here: https://youtu.be/syV8FkWxzAg

As technology progresses, so does accessibility to it and, as far as filmmaking is concerned, one significant advantage of this is that more creators can now showcase their talents and potential with the proper equipment to so. Her is a prime result of this.

When it comes to short film, the best approach is often to tell a simple story very well, exploiting the abstract visual storytelling that can be achieved in the medium of film, whilst not letting style digress from that core narrative. In Her, unless you thought I’d just told you all that for the banter, this is definitely the approach. The director Noah Parker stuck to a story that was well-suited to a smaller-scale film, but then pushed how ambitiously it could be told; beyond what most budding filmmakers would try.

The first thought most will have is ‘it’s Whiplash with a violin’. Like Whiplash, which interestingly also started as a short film before being adapted into feature-length, Her portrays a creative mind facing the age-old battle between artistic passion and romantic passion. However, I’d argue that Her almost gives a complete counter-narrative to Whiplash. Whilst Whiplash focuses more on the music and the protagonist’s passion behind it, Her puts the majority of its attention on how love between two human beings is pressured as a consequence. The former’s about a character who’d rather succeed in his field and the poor girlfriend gets sidelined; the latter’s about a character (played with class by my pal Micah Joseph, I may add) who really feels the conflict between art and love – I mean, the title is ‘Her’ so of course the focus is going to be on his time with her. Essentially, they portray two different sides of the same coin, which makes for a really fascinating contrast.

Another defining element of the picture is a far less literal portrayal of this psychological conflict, intensifying the story in the exact way a short film should. Note – prepare to squint a bit at the ‘puppet on a string’ moments. These are the moments Parker should be relishing, as he does; using the film as a pallet of ‘look what I can do’ for those producers going out on open season at the film festivals.

Of course, I must give credit where its due to the actors in the film. Now, I know Micah’s my friend and former fellow actor, but the truth is he does do a very good job here. Whilst him, Beth Asher and Adam Parker are all very much amongst the orchestra, whilst the director conducts the story around them in this, they all served that orchestra very well and I bought into their performances.

From watching Her, I can see a lot of potential from all the efforts that contributed to it and I wish everyone involved all the best.