Thus far, this is my favorite of the shows I’ve see at this year’s Fringe. Physical comedy is hard, and most fall short, however 8:03 delivers with a hilarious display that hits the mark every time.
The show is well-paced, well-staged, and hilarious, with excellent lighting and sound design that effectively heightens the comedy and advances the story. The three actors, while varied in style, are fully committed, and equally convincing, bringing forth distinct personalities to the characters, despite the fact that they collectively only ever utter a single made up word, saying it no more than a dozen times through the entire show.
The most impressive feat of this show, for me, is the fact that there is no director, yet this is the best directed piece I’ve seen so far.