I knew I should have gone and had a sitting with the Fringe Festival’s Esmerelda the Clairvoyant outside the Canberra Theatre this evening. I’m sure she would have forewarned me of the dangers of flirting with Valentino.
What a shocker!
The direction was non existant, the plot well disguised, the canned music lack-lustre and the only part that kept me interested was guessing when Normie Rowe was going to forget his next line, but I even got bored with this, as it was a frequent occurence!
To be fair the dancers worked hard but there was very little substance to hold the show together. And a tip for the lighting guys…put the spot where the actor is, not where he’s just been!
The show moves on to Newcastle, Wollongong Sydney and Melbourne next but I fail to see it seducing any audience.