Amazing Spectacles!

Improvised comedy, uh oh. Not something we'd've found ourselves flapping along to on a Saturday night (cause for much comment, the ravens going out on a Saturday night at all!). Still, with A regularly talking about his improv group at out writers' group sessions, curiosity got the better of us. So there we were sitting in the cellars of our favourite internet cafe (the backup access when the cable modem was bust), feeling it was so reminiscent of student drama productions or Edinburgh Fringe productions in unlikely dives,

And it was good fun. We still maintain that using the single word around which the play was created as a proper noun is blatant cheating. But the disparate elements of the story all came together by the end. There were some interesting characterizations--and some very strange accents. The acting was really quite impressive, both in the single play in the second half and the more usual short sketches in the first half. The confidence required to hold a silence right at the beginning of a sketch, acting through it, impressed (and it had a logical reason for being there in a sketch about fishing). The recurrent harping on his dead mother by the "idiot" son in the play was played just right.

We may drop in on this again.