Do Not Kill Me, Killer Robots

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Editorial Review

Humor also saves 'Do Not Kill Me' at Capital Fringe Festival

Imagine, if you will, a future age wherein humanity has been set upon and destroyed by an army of murderous robots who play '80s songs before they kill. This is the premise of Ben Egerman's one-man show, "Do Not Kill Me, Killer Robots," where the last man alive makes his final stand against the machines, using the one thing we have that killer robots never will: humor.

Our hero, whose name also happens to be Ben Egerman, seems to spend much of his time composing one-man shows to protect himself against various world invasions (by aliens, werewolves, and the obligatory sexy vampires) -- so in a way he's lucky, since the robot apocalypse has made his work miraculously relevant. Finally, all his preparation is good for something -- the end of the world has turned him from an inexplicably nervous performance artist into humanity's last hero, who was (sort of) right all along.

Egerman's show, which plays at Fort Fringe through July 18, attempts to entertain the robots with stories of space camp, play-by-plays of kittens battling sharks, and imagined origin stories for the robot army. It's solidly funny (if a bit scattered), and even though he often takes the easy joke -- "Twilight"! Facebook! Killer robots!-- Egerman's presence is engaging enough that the easy joke will serve. Does he seem like a man who is facing not only his own death but the extermination of his entire species? Nope. Does that matter in the slightest? Nope.

-- Fiona Zublin