True to the spirit of this script's message, I should simply say, 'I have better things to do with the one life I have to live than discuss why this was a wholly uninspiring theatrical non-event.' Sadly (for me), that is not how I earn my free tickets to many a Fringe gig.
Therefore, I will expand my critique of Marlon Brando's Corset by saying it relies on the selling power of the very celebrities it strives to condemn, and if it weren't for Mike McShane and Les Dennis' ability to command the attention of an audience, this would be a truly pathetic attempt at making a statement about how we should all have better things to do than care about Big Brother and the modern-day cult of celebrity. As it is, it's only the presence of these stars that makes this show worth the price of a ticket. Which, for a work supposedly condemning this kind of reasoning, is a pretty unfortunate state of affairs.
(Originally awarded 2½ stars.)