I went into this play concerned that what I was about to see might be some kind of slam poetry activist in your face kind of thing. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it just wouldn’t be my cup of tea. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t that at all.

This is an autobiographical one man play about its actor, Berend McKenzie. It’s about growing up and living as a gay black man, a combination that he demonstrates gives the mean people we all experience in our lives double the ammunition to use on him. In a series of deeply personal and intimate skits we see him as a child, discovering that pink skipping ropes cause him to get called a fag, not to mention that they make good whips for kids who gain the wrong kind of inspiration from Roots; as a teenager, discovering that while mohawks and camo pants make you look punk rock, eyeliner just makes you look gay; and as an adult actor, discovering that while he fits into two shoeboxes (gay and black) the combination of them prevents him from getting work.

It is in this last scenario that my favorite line of the play lies: “I don’t look like a black man, more like a member of the gay mexican drug cartel!”

I have previously reviewed plays by both Guys Un-Disguised and Berend McKenzie in previous years by the way. Berend McKenzie’s Get Off The Cross, Mary! was really funny as well, and if you saw and liked it, you’ll probably like this as well.

Especially good was how they dealt with mistakes. This is the Fringe, so you don’t really expect flawless execution. Least of all in the BYOVs, which are almost all bars. Three times during the play a bottle was dropped (once was me… oops) and every time they worked it into the play. When a line was dropped, it was similarily worked into the play. I found that pretty impressive, since most plays I’ve seen at the Fringe didn’t deal very well with that sort of thing.

Good play. Totally worth it and I highly recommend it. It may even have tied with The Aleatory Project as my favorite of the Fringe so far.