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Fringe 2003 Reviews (24)Bedtime for Bastards - Morning on
a Rainy Day Morning on a Rainy Day is a nice playlet about relationships. Pol and Ben have been friends from childhood and know each other inside out. They also have an irresistible need to sleep together. The playlet looks at the effect of Pol's announcement of her impending marriage following a six-month absence. Van Badham catches the love and familiarity that exists between the two perfectly. They think that they can live without each other but, at the end, Pol cannot resist the symbolic umbrella that breaks her resistance. Sally Proctor is absolutely convincing as Pol while Paul Jellis' moody Ben can be a little inconsistent. Morning on a Rainy Day may only show a tiny slice of life but it feels absolutely believable. Bedtime for Bastards - Capital Capital could not be more different than its sister piece Morning on a Rainy Day. While that was a little love story, this is a very black political satire. Van Badham addressed political issues in Camarilla and returns to her left-wing satirical agenda here. The action takes place in the offices of a PR company employed by the US government to "spin" a story that is unspinnable. It isn't easy to portray the slaughter of children in a positive light but that is the job ahead of George Perrin's Jim and Simon Darwen's Bob. They only have fifteen minutes to save the Secretary of State. Inevitably they do so, but only after many humorous shots at the way that governments and their spin doctors cynically control news. LOFT Soloist Toni Mira finds himself in a loft, the tabula rasa of living spaces. There he explores the idea of man finding home and, thus, himself. Mr. Mira sits at a table with the challenge of trying to open a packet of biscuits. Being alone, he must accomplish this and all tasks by himself. The dance, movement, music, stories, sound, light and rear projection explore the adventure and his reaction to it. With influences that seem to come from the old guard Graham through the moderns like Tharpe, he brings us to him. We can see moments of ourselves. |
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