Matthew Henniger’s script borders on absurdist lunacy, but always points the characters to an end, deftly executing the tight rope act of being grounded but also about words questioning their own meaning. The whole ensemble was great, with standout performances from Jess Bernal as Road and Ted Femrite as Chicken, who had the greatest commitment to character I’ve seen all Fringe. The words on the shirts and the detail of it being backwards on the back also tickled me greatly.
What I didn't like
It took a moment for me to drop into the world, as the piece is written in a very distinct voice about some abstract ideals. I think there are some points throughout that could be cut down to get to the action quicker.
My overall impression
“How can a play about words in a joke make me feel things?” I asked, not knowing the journey I was about to embark on. This is a deceptively deep, emotional, and funny show about finding meaning, accepting yourself and others, and being ok with being yourself despite how others might see you. If you ever wanted to think about the horror of existence through the lens of comedy, this is the show to see.