Men of blood was a breathe of fresh air – it was good to see some European theatre and European acting at the Fringe Festival. The story of two men drowning in their co-dependent, disfunctional relationship, leeching on eachother’s flauds and eating eachother alive psychologically – all in silk gloves but bruthal as it gets. Both actors impersonated this relationship with a twist of cocky German punk flair adding up to portrait a true rock star among painters and his lover who ended up commiting suicide in this gay bitter romance. Good rhytme and pace. Loved it.