Obviously, though, these ones are never all wins. I was least impressed by the fairly slow and kind of depressing story about a man whose wife had left him. Its low energy compared to the other plays left me unclearon what had happened at any given point, as most of the action was off stage (and even the KILL part of the story was left kind of ambiguous).

But my favorite was possibly the best most concentrated awesome I’ve seen at the Fringe yet this year: A neighborhood of people who get together for a sexy games night where they play Russian Roulette in their underwear. The characters hate each other in a super hilarious way that really fits in with the game they’re playing. At the end we get to see a Quantum Immortality vision of all the end results of the game in which you discover that while the players may lose, the viewer wins in all scenarios.

The only problem I had was that they started late and ended even later. It was the first showing and they have some complicated stage tech (a rotating wall/door/window that they redress behind the action for every skit), so it’s likely this’ll tighten up, but I had to run out on the well-deserved standing O to get to the next play I was going to see. You might not want to leave 20 minutes between this play and the next.