By Jay Menard
To me, Peachy Keen Productions represents what Fringe should be: quirky, creative, and filled with heart. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl is a shining example of the best that Fringe has to offer.
That’s not to say it’s perfect. The opening-night performance featured some significant challenges in the audio and lighting — to the point where the production became a little disjoined. But overall the heart and soul of show came shining through. Continue reading
By Jay Menard,
First off, most morbid Smarties reference ever.
In 45 minutes, Junk Food Satan answers the question about what happens if you eat the ‘red ones’ last.
But flippancy aside, Junk Food Satan is a powerful examination of the question: What makes us human? If we remove a part of ourselves — even something as intangible as a memory — do we retain who we are? If that memory serves as the foundation of what we have become, does the entire facade crumble? Continue reading
By Jay Menard,
Go ahead, pick any superlative out of a hat. Absolute Magic is an absolutely enjoyable hour’s worth of amazement, entertainment, and wonder performed by London’s own master of the mystic arts, Keith Brown. Continue reading
By Jay Menard
There’s a fine line between surrealism and randomness — and that line is the thread that binds a production together. Unfortunately for The Library, that thread is quickly frayed rendering the show one that’s better in concept than in execution. Continue reading
By Jay Menard,
It’s out there. And burying my head — or any other protruding body part — in the sand isn’t going to make it go away. So instead of arguing against the proposed Liberal Health and Physical Education curriculum, perhaps we should spend more time thinking about how we, as parents, should support and reinforce it.
We can all say it’s a parent’s responsibility to educate his or her children about these issues — and I don’t disagree. Of course, not all parents are going to. And not all parents are able to. Continue reading
The M-Dash by Jason Menard 