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Theater goes way beyond 'edgy' at Fringe Festival
SF Chronicle September 8, 2007 (Reyhan Harmanci)
 
According to Exit Theatre Artistic Director Christina Augello, spotted lounging in the Exit Theatre cafe Wednesday night, this year's San Francisco Fringe Festival is completely different and exactly the same as previous incarnations.
 
"It gets too stale to keep choosing the same old same old," she said, speaking of her normal job of selecting plays to put on at the Exit, the central venue for the Fringe. "This way, I get to explore exciting, new stuff. It's like that every year - you can count on being surprised."
 
Surprise is a sure bet. In only the first two days, the range of shows is quite astonishing. From a one-man show like Kurt Bodden's dissection of his Harvard alumni magazine ("Class Notes") to an obtuse play on human and technological connections ("Tesla's White Pigeon"), the scale and style of productions are all over the map. Well-known local theater companies, like FoolsFURY's "Turn of the Screw, were given equal billing with upstarts like Laurent Martini's "Heavy Metal Playground."
The non-juried selection process of the 16-year-old San Francisco Fringe means that any production that produces an adequate proposal has a shot of making it into the mix; a lottery drawing produced the final list of 38 plays. Augello said the number of submissions put the odds of being selected at about 3-to-1. Over 12 nights, the plays will be performed on at least eight stages, in conventional theater spaces as well as the more offbeat (when's the last time you saw a play in Original Joe's restaurant?). All the proceeds go to the performers, another reason they queue up to throw their chits in the lottery.
 
Thank goodness all the venues are within walking distance of one another, as this reporter had to scurry into opening night's offerings after writing down a wrong address. The Exit Theatre is a nice size, with a cafe to the left of the narrow main hallway and two stages set farther back in the building. Friendly volunteers greeted patrons around every turn.
 
As the curtain (metaphorical curtain, not actual curtain) rose on "Border Crossings," a one-man show by Portland's Rick Huddle, the only props onstage were a stool and a guitar. For the next 40 minutes or so, he regaled the audience with tales from a trip to Mexico. He sang, he danced, he made the most of the possibilities of one body onstage. The final bit, a postmortem of a relationship that ended just before his journey to Mexico City and Oaxaca, brought together the narrative strands impressively. Three staffers on hand to see the show - Beth Cockrell, Michelle Talgarow and Amanda Ortmayer, who have 13 years of S.F. Fringe experience among them - gave Huddle the thumbs-up. "He had some opening night Fringe nerves, but I think he'll calm down," said Ortmayer. "He was very open, and it was well written."
The annual San Francisco Fringe sensory overload is part of a global Fringe phenomenon - there are 107 Fringe festivals all over the world. Many, if not most, of the out-of-town Fringers are veterans of the circuit. The Manchester-born Matt Panesh was on hand between performances to hawk playbills for his show, "Monkey Poet Stand-Up!" He said his production (billed as "rude, crude, and terribly offensive") has been to the Calgary, London and Indianapolis Fringes. "But Indianapolis was the only city where people actually walked out," he said, stuffing the little yellow flyers into people's hands. "Ten people walked out and demanded refunds."
 
Robert Hawke, a thyroid cancer survivor whose one-man show, "F- You Cancer," has been to the Prague and Toronto festivals, says that some Fringes are attended by talent scouts, and Fringe-to-Broadway success stories can be found. "I don't know about the San Francisco Fringe, but Toronto has had plays go mainstream theater, on Broadway," he said, handing me a flyer. That isn't the point, though. "I just love the groundswell of theater," he said, "Even the mainstream stuff that is supposed to be 'edgy' has been shellacked or sanitized for our safety."
 
In a sharp contrast to the clarity and verbosity of "Border Crossing," the play "Tesla's White Pigeon" was a head-scratcher. Three people onstage wearing pants with suspenders and quite fashionable Vans pull-ons interacted with one another and a pile of suitcases and worked out ideas having to do with communication, technology and the fight to forge human connections. It was enjoyably disorienting, although the theater itself, because of a surprisingly warm night, was distractingly hot. The audience seemed to love it, though. People were hooting and hollering as the principals held hands and bowed at the end.
 
Just when the night began to feel too long for a third show, "Heavy Metal Playground" brought the mood back up. The program description was confusing - a musical about a man's fictional heavy metal band? - but made sense as soon as Laurent Martini, along with his younger alter ego, played by Max Hartman, took the stage. Apparently, Martini, a raging nerd in his high school years at a San Francisco French school, penned 97 songs about sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, etc. in his vast amounts of spare time. Like a one-man Spinal Tap, Martini conjured up the band Live Evil, who were onstage to play some of his more fleshed-out songs.
 
The polished production of FoolsFURY's "The Turn of the Screw," adapted by Jeffrey Hatcher but still set in Victorian England, was well served by the small but nicely trimmed stage at the Garage. The performers writhed and banged and enunciated a terrific amount of Jamesian dialogue; it was a genuinely chilling ghost story (although, sadly, again, the room itself was too hot). The relaxed tempo of the next show, Bodden's "Class Notes," was a nice contrast. Bodden plumbed some choice bits from the god-awful Harvard alumni notes. Anyone with an alma mater that sends those wretched updates knows the pain of which he speaks - how could you possibly compare to all those golden doctors and lawyers and investment bankers who are getting happily married and popping out beautiful babies at every turn? Bodden puts the right amount of pathos and scorn into his performance, although some of his best lines were muttered, or bitten off at the end.
 
No matter. The Fringe isn't about delivering a flawless show, it's about throwing it all up in the air and seeing what sticks. As every show's warm response from the audience indicated, they're pleased by the effort. And if they didn't like it, well, there's a totally different performance to see in just a few minutes.
 

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