The actors are a few feet from our face AND miked — does the sound need to be THATLOUD…? ALLTHETIME??
The drugs they gave us in little paper cups were actually Skittles, not lithium.
My overall impression
This is one of those, “Why didn’t I come up with this idea?” moments. A brilliant (yeah, brilliant) addition to some very inspiring cabarets at the Fringe this year. But to have popular songs from Broadway and the hit parade performed by the denizens of an asylum is not only genius, it’s executed beautifully in a club where sightlines usually suck. Kristen Boulé not only arranged the imaginative vocals (with Juan Lozano), but inventively staged his Broadway-caliber performers in an immersive 360-degree experience of talented nuts.