The just-closed Hollywood Fringe Festival received plenty of accolades from journalists, local theater folks, and observers. The consensus appears to be that the highly ambitious two-week happening, featuring over 160 theatrical presentations, including a surprising number of international offerings, was a roaring success.
Not since L.A.'s fondly remembered EdgeFest, which flourished briefly several years ago, but sadly failed to survive, has there been this much buzz about a community-wide venture such as this. The well attended Hollywood fest featured panel discussions, parties, networking opportunities, and lots of other beneficial elements, offering sheer joy to theatergoers with voracious appetites, who spread jubilant reports about many of the shows they saw. May the festival prosper and grow in years to come.
I must confess that my participation was much less than I would have liked during this kickoff year, due to other on-the-job duties at the office and a full slate of shows to cover in my regular reviewing beat. Weekly local openings did not let up a bit during the Fringe frenzy. I did manage to catch three of the Fringe offerings. I reviewed one none too enthusiastically, so I'll let it go at that. No need to offer further critique. I went nuts over writer-performer Jeff Gardner's ingenious satire of the boob tube culture, "Kill Your Television," featuring the inspired physical and intellectual comedy of Gardner's portrayal, and I expressed my enthusiasm in a review published in Back Stage and LA Weekly.