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So, it's Fringe Time in Toronto, and I have ten free tickets, and am using them in a blitzkrieg fashion.

The Fringe is a glorious mess of a festival... I mean, it's well-run and tightly organized, but the plays run the gamut of fabulous to emo-nonsense.

The last show I saw yesterday was "The Devil's Advocate," a play about unrequited love and zombies. I was leery about the unrequited love bit, but I firmly believed that zombies=awesome. Apparently, however, you can give your script zombies, but that doesn't mean baby-eating will ensue. Nor does it rule out earnest, long-winded monologues that try to be existential. Sad, eh? And completely contrary to my expectations.

( If the director/writer/star somehow googles his way here, these are the things that I think would have helped your show. Flist, you're probably not going to care. I'm just relieving my frustration at sitting through the whole thing quietly. )

Seeing bad theatre makes me realize that I miss doing theatre. I miss it a lot. I get impatient with bad theatre because generally there are elements I can identify, as an informed audience member, that are easy to change and would improve the show. I find it frustrating. Maybe this is vastly egomaniacal, but geez, it's not like I'm Mandy Patinkin. I'm just a drama-school grad like any other drama school grad, and surely other people can see these things too.

Anyway. It is clearly time for me to go back to theatre - to at least take an acting class, probably also to start auditioning again.

Today I am going to go see Duel of Ages, and possibly also the Gladstone Variations show.