I saw a great Fringe show last night–Borderlines, which was, far as I could tell, a meditation on bureaucracy, national security, and red tape. Think airline security and INS folk scrutinizing an innocent enough international marriage. But the funniest part was the physical presences of the five performers who got to play the inefficient pencil-pushers. These guys had donut-induced potbellies (one donned an Amy Sedaris-style fat suit), and they even spoke an indecipherable form of acronym speak. It was pretty hilarious. And it was a little eerie for someone who once worked as a cog for a giant organization. This show is highly recommended to anyone with a spare fifty minutes and twelve bucks–especially if you flippin’ hate filling out forms and standing in line!
And this other thing (similarly filed under zany art): Does anyone know if that, ahem, Williamsburg flotilla finally set sail yesterday afternoon, per plan C, D, or maybe it was E?
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