The heat index today will be 109. The heat FRINGEDEX — the temperature it feels like inside a poorly air-conditioned theater — will be approximately 2 million degrees. How will the Fringe keep you from poaching yourself like a fillet of salmon inside its venues for the last weekend of the festival?
— What about the performers? How are they surviving the Beltway Meltaway, Saunathon, Big Schvitz, or my personal favorite, the TempeRapture (vote in the Capital Weather Gang’s poll for your favorite!)? Pinky Swear Productions, performing their show ”Cabaret XXX: Les Femmes Fatales,” at 6 p.m. in the Gypsy Tent on Friday, when the heat is expected to be 100 degrees with an Accuweather RealFeel of 109, are preparing with coolers of ice water and towels on each side of the stage, and plenty of hydration. They tweet that the audience can expect to see “sweaty makeup.” Besides, they have to put on a good show for their audience whether the temperature is 102, or a pleasant, balmy 78 degrees with low humidity — oh gosh, how nice that would be:
@maurajudkis we don’t really have a choice, right? the audience pays the same amount regardless, and if they can brave it, we can, too.
Anyway, in Fringe’s final weekend, we have some more reviews :
Hot: “This version is spot-on with the passion in each man’s eyes and the fire in their speech.”
Cold: “The play could be seen as something too serious, too gritty for such a fun, quirky festival as Capital Fringe.”
Hot: “Cyle Durkee has some funny moments as the wiseacre cynic of the bunch.”
Cold: “The audience greets a lot of the show’s jokes with the sort of thudding silence that’s followed in a comedy club by the disheartening sound of a dish breaking in the kitchen.”
Hot: “This word play (wordplay!) has plenty of examples of such, from rebuses and charactonyms to takes on the famous ‘Who’s on first?’” routine.
Cold: “If ‘Pun’ weren’t so self-conscious about its wit, presenting jokes with a kind of ‘ta-da!’ like a trained seal doing a circus trick, it would be an easier play to like.”
Hot: “When editorials in newspapers clutch their metaphorical pearls about how social networking is ruining the Platonic form of friendship, e-Geaux (pronounced ‘ego,’ of course, which engenders a truly stunning number of puns) is what they're so afraid of.”
Cold: If you have AT&T, you won’t get cell phone service — necessary for participation — in the theater.
In other Fringe news:
— Read Chris Klimek’s excellent story about the grousing about Fringe ticket prices in the City Paper.
— Time to start thinking about the Fringe awards. You can vote here. They’ll be presented at the closing night party on July 24.
— Public service announcement from reporter Rebecca Ritzel, on Twitter: “Ladies, please remember that the #CapFringe Fort washroom is a bring-your-own-soap venue.”