This year’s Annies are the second edition of Without Annette’s Montreal Fringe Prizes (check here for last year’s awards). The panel this year is Bryan, Vinny and Nikki. With three judges, all ties were broken by a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. There are no actual prizes other than the satisfaction that some random blog thinks you’re cool.
Die Roten Punkte
The poster that jumps out from the crowd with a bold black, red and
white (hmmm, wherever did they get that from?). There was only one
poster that caught my eye at each venue: The Red Dots.
Jihad Me At Hello
Puns sometimes get short shrift but not here at Without Annette. We
are all about the puns. While it lacks the quiet dignity of The
Dancing Cock Brothers or the ALL CAPS of KIWI JOKER, the combination
of religious zeal and a Tom Cruise movie takes the day.
Michael Black, http://shell.pubnix.net/~mblack/
Indyish.com had some good reviews but good luck trying to find them
from the main page. While Mr. Black still needs to make his site more
readable instead of looking like a colossal run-on sentence, his
daily updates of both goings on and media coverage are a great
resource for any Fringer. Our site was pretty lame as a Fringe
An accordion fills the air with moody music taking you to some grim Parisian
cafe. A man paces, fraught with stress, as the audience files in. The
lights dim and the tale of two guards in need of a vacation begins to
Die Roten Punkte
“If I could play rock and roll for the rest of my life, I would, I
would eat a poo sandwich no worries.” — Otto Rot. It goes almost
without saying, Die Roten Punkte had great rock energy and emotion.
Dancing Cock Bros, The German Driver
It takes off smooth, gets rough with you, and then spirals and careens
into a ludicrous tailspin that ends with a three-point landing.
JOE: The Perfect Man
When Rachelle Elie was handing out flyers, Bryan had trouble believing
she was the gap-toothed, bearded Joe. He was brought up onstage
during her show and even five inches away from her face, it was hard
to see her behind Joe.
Circus Incognito, Hanging up the jacket
With a series of frustrated glances and thwarted gestures to set
things up, the impossibly out of reach slowly becomes the close at hand.
Under Milk Wood
In Under Milk Wood, one of the actresses sings an incredibly mournful
song that was very touching. Despite some great comedic songs put
forth by the Dan-D-Lyons, The Dancing Cock Brothers and Die Roten
Punkte, the best song this year was the one that stopped the show.
On Second Thought
Do you like dance? Do you like music? Do you like life? Paul Hutcheson
brings it, kicks it, and knocks it out of the park.
Best Dance Show:
The judges did not see enough dance shows to award one this year. Curses!
Best Sketch Show:
Not one swear word. Not one bodily function. None of the things you’ve
seen in every damn sketch show. Great pacing, killer music, a good use
of video (other Fringers, take note!) and, the crux of it all, a hilarious
series of sketches.
Best Musical Show:
Die Roten Punkte
The songs were catchy, hum-able and sing-able. Their
complicated brother-sister relationship, though, was really the
storyline behind the show; banter with a plot!?
Best One Person Show and Best Show:
Great comics can tell jokes with the spontaneous energy that makes it
feel like the joke is being told for the first time, just for
you. Circus Incognitus was like that. It felt like all of Jamie
Adkin’s tricks were unrehearsed and that he was just being lucky,
that he was just a sympathetic character in the right place at the
right time. That’s right–he was just a lovable idiot. That time
he almost broke his neck on the ladders but managed to save
himself? Lucky! The time he rolled around in a cardboard box
without all the stuff coming out? Lucky! The time he juggled ping
pong balls out of his mouth? Lucky! The time Bryan beaned him in the
head with a lemon? Unlucky! After he won the award for best comedic
play, Nikki asked him, “So, have you been performing a lot?” As soon
as she said it, it sounded like the craziest question. His skills
betray years of honing his craft. But her question might be the one
he gets asked the most–he’s just that good an actor. This show was
more than just clever and delightful circus tricks (though, that
would certainly have been enough to impress!), it was one man’s
character making you root for the underdog, feel young again, and
laugh till the tears come out.
As always, we gladly kiss the ass of all the workers who volunteer
their time and energy to make the Fringe happen. Thanks to all of you
for another successful run.