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This article was published 16/7/2009 (2959 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
This baffling, bizarre play by a local company is brought to you by the letter M — which must stand for milk, murder and malfunctioning.
The "story," such as it is, vaguely revolves around a milk bar called the Club Sandwich, run by a fuzzy pink puppet called Sinclair who has a Noo Yawk accent and a paternal attitude. One of his employees, a wannabe magician named Leslee, ends up dead after a disappearing trick and the club patrons — a crazy blue puppet called Creepy, a Tuna Woman puppet with a silvery tail and a single eye, and a non-puppet actor — try to figure out whodunit.
There are sparks of odd genius in this otherwise muddled mess — the pole-dancing Tuna Woman spouts math theorems and there’s some great, surreal patter ("Give me as much udder sputter as you can muster, buster") — but its halting momentum and overlapping dialogue make it seem either ad-libbed or something developed by folks using recreational drugs.
No program means no specific blame or praise can be assigned: the actress playing Leslee was as wooden as her pine box, but the woman operating Sinclair/Creepy has a way with voices, making her fun-fur charges seem like slightly seedy Muppets.
The play ended abruptly after half an hour, 15 minutes short of its advertised running time. So M also stands for minor mercies.
— Jill Wilson
From the official Fringe program:
A direct line to high-tension drama you’ll never forget! From the stage play that held two continents spellbound with suspense!
Sinclair the Puppet and his cast of Horrible Players seek to seduce you with a tantalizing trifecta of moustaches, milk and magic…and mullets?...Quadrifecta?
Don’t miss this experience in excitement that will twist your emotions into tight knots!
Warnings: Subject Matter,
RECOMMENDED: General Audience
Venue#10 Planetarium Auditorium 190 Rupert Ave (theatre on lower level)
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