Half of the fun of Fringe is the creative use of space that smaller theater companies have a knack for doing.  An Obviously Foggot is no exception, this show took place in The Arena at ICandy!  The play is set in a bar, so it made sense for the characters to dance their hearts out on the floor and then circle to the bar to buy a drink and converse, having private conversations that the audience just happened to be privy to.

How to describe the show… playwright / director Bastion Carboni describes it best:

“So you've got this group of guys, right, who've been emasculated basically their entire adolescence, didn't get a lot of dating mistakes out of the way, and never lost their attraction to masculinity. And you put them in this place with all this booze and drugs and make it so loud they can barely hear each other. What the fuck do you think is gonna happen?"

The show had elements of dance, spoken word, song and a shit ton of emotion as it plows through issues of transphobia, homophobia, mascuphobia (coining that word) and a slew of other problems that "plague" your gay clique.  A strong cast helps tell this story, and without their confidence the show would have come across as awkward.  Critique wise, I think the audience should have been invited to mill around the room as the show took place, sightlines ended up being a problem if you stood still.  I also would have nixed the microphones, in a small space they were more headache then they were worth.

The show closes fairly soon (9/18),  so grab a cocktail (the bar stays open for the duration of the show) and enjoy watching the drama of a gay clique similar to your own.  This performance piece shows that you're clique isn't special, and to solve the drama we need to stop tearing each other apart and start standing next to each other.