The question: "what hasn't really been a thing since 2019?"
That's right, after seeing only one play in 2017, missing out entirely in 2018, and of course the last two years, the Fringe is back. This year I hope to attend at least a couple of days, though work is pretty likely going to get in the way by the middle of the festival. That means, the long awaited play reviews will return.
Last year all I could get in was a review of the grounds, as pretty much everything fun was still on hold thanks to the same morons (ie. leftists) who put on the festival. This year with any luck there will be a little more: some reviews, some analysis, and of course as always there's the same rule:
No fags.
Finally as the festival gets underway, knowing full well what will be announced at the beginning of every show, let's start this off with a land acknowledgement:
The Edmonton Fringe takes place on white man's land. This has always been white man's land, before his arrival this was an empty continent filled with banished Mongolians who achieved nothing other than stealing the untouched land from the previous wave of untouching Mongolians. Everything great that has been built on this land came from the white man, and his glory over it we acknowledge here today.
Fringe review: Agent Thunder, You Only Laugh Twice
Fringe review: Cabaret of Murder
Fringe review: Whisky Flicks
Fringe review: AWOL
