EdFringe Talk: The C Word

“You have to really believe in a story to devote yourself to something like that, and that is what I think connects all Fringe performers in this very tangible way.”

WHO: Claire Houghton Renoe

WHAT: “Back by popular demand! The C Word is a radical awakening to the extreme objectification, competition, and overall nonsense women face today. This play explores the hypothesis: All women Hate themselves with a capital H. Trapped in a museum while waiting to interview for an Associate Curator position, five young women must select a tribute to fight a terrifying C-word monster. In a reality where women are constantly pitted against each other, what must we learn about ourselves to truly know and love one another?”

WHERE: Upper Theatre at theSpace @ Niddry St (Venue 9) 

WHEN: 18:15 (60 min)

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Is this your first time to Edinburgh?

This is my second time at Fringe and my second time directing The C Word, which made its international debut last August. I absolutely jumped at the opportunity to return to the festival. The community of such uniquely passionate, devoted, determined artists and storytellers is unlike any other arts event I’ve experienced. Being in a city teeming with creativity, bursting at the seams with performances in alleyways, classrooms, and storage closets, proves that fantastic theatre can be made by anyone, anywhere, with any budget.

I am incredibly grateful that our company gets to further develop this show, and that I, as an individual artist and lover of theater, have the opportunity to return with some understanding of the scope of opportunity here. I hope to take advantage of every second this year, and to soak in the vibrant, glorious community that surrounds me. Just SEEING the shows here! So many make me think– ‘Yes! This is why I do this!’

There would, of course, be more time to see things if I weren’t working on a show of my own, but that is the other half of the rich experience at Fringe. Coming together with a group of people you respect and admire to ship yourselves and your set overseas, to rehearse in the park, tech in two hours, and open to an international audience. It’s thrilling like nothing else. You have to really believe in a story to devote yourself to something like that, and that is what I think connects all Fringe performers in this very tangible way.

What are the big things you’ve learned since 2024 and have you absorbed any of the lessons yet?

I feel I’m returning to Fringe this year with a greater sense of camaraderie and community. It has been amazing how many people, artistic friends and collaborators, have descended on Edinburgh from a multitude of places and from so many chapters of my life. I trust that the people I meet this summer will become the familiar faces of future years.

I’m learning the importance of this network– of finding the people whose work ethic and collaboration style feeds your own. You never know when the opportunity might arise to work with them, maybe in six months, maybe in five years. Maybe here, or in New York or LA. This feels like the origin point for so many opportunities and relationships, and how exciting that it is the same for thousands of artists all around me.

Tell us about your show.

The C Word asks: “Is it possible to be a ‘girl’s girl’ in a world determined to make us hate ourselves and each other?” A feeling of never enough-ness has been ingrained so deep within us that we don’t notice it anymore. Sarah Lina Sparks began developing this play at UCLA, before it was picked up by Los Angeles Theatre Initiative for its run at Fringe last year. I think Sarah Lina’s writing is brilliant because it uses magic and laughter to uncover tensions, the ones that are supposedly “fixed,” that rest just beneath the surface.

We’ve been lucky enough to perform the show to sold out audiences at Hollywood Fringe since our run last year, and witnessing people connect intimately to these characters has been incredibly rewarding. The show unearths the complexity and ugliness that can exist in female relationships, and in doing so can also discover their beauty. Sarah Lina’s writing investigates what women must overcome to really love one another. To selflessly root for another woman’s success. Is it even possible? The C Word argues that it is.

What should your audience see at the festivals after they’ve seen your show?

One of my favorite shows I’ve seen at Fringe is Xhloe and Natasha’s A Letter to Lyndon B Johnson or God: Whoever Reads This First. The story is nuanced and beautifully written, the choreography and design stunning to witness, and the audience left the theater incredibly connected to the characters while discussing their interpretations of the gripping final moments. I recommend anyone go see this show.

I also highly recommend Liv and Ken Productions’ The Family Copoli: A Post-Apocalyptic Burlesque Musical. Incredibly music, amazing performances, and a blast to watch while leaving the audience real themes and questions to consider. So well produced and performed, an exciting new piece of theatre.

I very much enjoyed Kate Barry’s intimate storytelling performance, Kate, Allie and the ‘86 Mets. I felt invited into the story and was absolutely touched. I was completely absorbed and loved the design and the personal touches from Kate’s childhood.

I also loved the one person comedy show, Why I Stuck A Flare Up My Arse For England. It uses humor to explore toxic masculinity in such an effective way. I’ve heard so many people rave about this show. Highly recommend it!


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‘Sketch Show Bingo!’ (Venue 53, until AUG 23rd)

“Delivered with confidence by three performers whose grip on their material is tighter than a skinflint clutching a fiver in a tornado.”

Editorial Rating: 4 Stars (Nae Bad)

Quirks & Foibles – Katie Bennett, Amy McCann and Amelia Stephenson – are ones to watch, which is good cos they’re in a show. It’s called ‘Sketch Show Bingo!’ and it does what it says on the tin and does so really rather well. On entering, we are handed a bingo card and a dabber (mine’s run out of ink, which is fine because I get less than half). One of the trio rolls the cage, out comes a sketch and off we go. First to get a horizontal line, first to get a full house. Simples.

It’s 50 minutes worth of short, snappy, smart ideas delivered with confidence by three performers whose grip on their material is tighter than a skinflint clutching a fiver in a tornado. If you saw Quirks & Foibles’ entry for last year’s Eurovision, then you’ll get their style. Big contrasting personalities paired with big shared commitment. That material is always on target, even if there isn’t a slam-dunk goal every time. It’s the Fry and Laurie, Mitchell and Webb sketch snob in me. I like to feel that a good half shelf of background academic research has gone into an idea. There needs to be depth to even the shallowest of silly ideas. Still, there is so much promise here.

The Bingo! concept really works. It gets the audience involved and interested from the start. The trio’s delivery is lithe and lively, spontaneous but pacy. The banter between Bennett, McCann, and Stephenson is what makes this show properly stand out, and I would like to see much, much more such Rat Packery between the numbers. This is a solid group yet to find their Brian Epstein, someone who (or something that) can focus all the energy and all the talent into a more consistent, playful whole. There’s a hesitancy, but I am hesitant to say exactly how it manifests except that it does.

Come to see smart, funny people being smart and funny. Stay for a format that’s unlocking this trio’s obvious talent and potential. Get your green stripy double-breasted blazers on and go see this!


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‘Evelyn’ (Venue 39, until AUG 23rd)

“Elena Guitti (as Evelyn) brings an extraordinary depth and clarity to the ordinary humdrum in this satire of daily life and routine.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Daily life sucks. So many things to wipe, dust, dry, and so forth. Too little time to do it all in. Plus, there’s the whole… you know… finding meaning in a seemingly vast and incomprehensible universe to be getting on with. Our protagonist, Evelyn, emerges onto the stage from inside of a washing machine. Cramped, hot, bothered, she is relentlessly bombarded by external noise which confuses without comforting.

Elena Guitti (as Evelyn) brings an extraordinary depth and clarity to the ordinary humdrum in this satire of daily life and routine. Guitti is the Artistic Director of Piccolo Teatro Libero, in Brescia, Lombardy. There she is at the centre of a vibrant cultural community space and respected theatre school which give this (undeniably) out there production a rooted and grounded feeling.

The show is written and directed by the storied and storytelling Giacomo Gamba, the versatile Italian actor, director, playwright, and teacher whose work blends movement, storytelling, and visual theatre. Gamba has created several award-winning productions such as ‘Petrol’ (2012) which won First Prize at the Valleyfield International Festival in Montreal, Canada, before landing at EdFringe16. This year’s show showcases movement and physicality that looks and feels like how humans look and feel. There is none of the uniform, artificial camp which dominates the mainstream. By the time Evelyn gets back in her washing machine, we have been on a journey into ourselves and back again.

Here is Fringe theatre doing what it is supposed to do. Challenging yet always engaging. Visual by visibly pushing ordinary boundaries. Here is a confident stride down a highend catwalk to who can tell exactly where. Here is a paced and pacy production that is as tight a use of the time as I am guessing Guitti finds the fit inside her domestic appliance. Come for a piece of physical theatre that is not afraid to be entertaining. Stay for a masterclass from some of the best and the brightest in the sector. Get your tabàros on and go see this!


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‘Hidden Powers’ (Venue 39, until AUG 23rd)

“An intensely unassuming stage presence blossoms like it’s midnight in a garden closely planted with cereus flowers.”

Editorial Rating: 4 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Warwickshire’s own Angus Baskerville is a wonder. Active since 2014 and a member of The Magic Circle since 2020, Baskerville’s reputation is rapidly growing under the grow lamp and hydroponics of his neurodivergency, combined with a total commitment to the past, present, and future of the magician’s art. An intensely unassuming stage presence blossoms like it’s midnight in a garden closely planted with cereus flowers and with spectacular results.

We enter to find a table on which are a few properties, as well as a whiteboard prominently showing the free wifi info – which will be needed for one of Baskerville’s more incredible feats. Over the next 50 minutes, we will watch him ascend to ever greater heights of mindblowing relatability using his neurodivergency like a rock climber uses magnesium carbonate – it’s what gives him such a firm grip, absorbing any nervous energy, reducing slips and keeping him focused like a laser pointer cellotaped to an eagle

There’s no escaping the fact that this still feels like early days. Baskerville is still to hit his full stride as a performer. The moments when he totally loosens up and starts to really enjoy himself on stage are a promise of what’s coming in EdFringes yet to come. This is an act whose confidence doesn’t yet match the considerable ability being demonstrated – a comforting contrast and inversion of many lesser shows across the genres. Baskerville gets rid of his cape early in the show; this is about magic, not about spectacle. Perhaps it’s the corporate hotel venue, or because we’re watching a jobbing local magician (available for weddings, functions, private parties, etc) but there’s something there that’s missing a polish and or sparkle that’s not quite up to speed (yet).

Still, here is an EdFringe legend so obviously in the making. A personable performer with something deep and meaningful to say on a subject about which much more is said than understood. Come for the insight into neurodivergency as the superpower that it is. Stay for tricks that will have you shaking your head and wondering if Baskerville oughtn’t to be reported to the witch-finder general. Get your capes on (or not) and go see this!


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‘The Listies: Make Some Noise’ (Venue 17, until AUG 25th)

“Australia’s other great kids’ entertainment export.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Is it even EdFringe if you haven’t seen The Listies? Richard Higgins and Matt Kelly are Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis before the bromance soured. Their formula is part The Goons, part Python, with a triple unfiltered shot of classic Roald Dahl added to the mix. If you’ve ever rewatched clips of Dahl performing to a crowd, then you have some idea of agitation and excitement charging through The Listies’ audience of 4-400 year aulds before, during, and after the magic and mayhem.

This year’s edition hasn’t got the same narrative arc, and I kind of wish it did, but I’m guessing I’m the only one. This show runs like a W.A.W.I.P. (Wacky Arm Waving Inflatable Person), it’s light but durable material through which so much energy is being pumped that it just stands up and does its thing. Even without a plot – have they lost it? – the onstage chemistry between the sardonic Higgins and the effervescent Kelly is what makes this the standout show of the moment – Australia’s other great kids’ entertainment export.

In her EdFringe notebook, the one with Lano and Woodley on the cover, Daughter 1.0 (10yrs) wrote: “I thought that the Listies was really funny. It had me constantly laughing really hard for a long time. I especially liked the part where the baby (which was accidentally bought on Amazon) sand a song while being sent to sleep. In the end, Baby would have to go to Space! It seemed the right place for him to go though. I also liked their adience Interactions like the orchestra they created. THe orchestra included: A squeaky crab, a triangle (played with a spoon) and burping. The worst part of the show was the end though, I could happily watch the Listies all day! I highly recommend this show.”

This show is a burptastic fartathon with off-colour jokes aplenty of which my sainted grandmothers would not have approved. Still, it takes intelligence and class to be this consistent. This is a silly show for smart people as well as for people who haven’t tried being smart yet. Life is short and childhood especially so. Parents and carers can rely on The Listies to make memories worth remembering. Come for the best comic pairing since Whoopee met Cushion. Stay for unarguably the best kids’ comedy show in town. Get your ripstop nylon coats on and go see this!


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‘Biff to the Future’ (Venue 3, until AUG 24th)

“Butt-head-ressed by a pedantic depth of knowledge of and nerdish insight into the immortally classic original material.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Nae Bad)

Blockbuster (yet cult) movie franchise PLUS double Olivier Award-nominated direction PLUS writing and performance by a Reduced Shakespeare Company alumn EQUALS theatre so sensational it might have been routed through a flux capacitor. “Tell me, Future Boy, who’s President of the United States in 1985?” There’s a charm and an innocence to the movies, none of which is generated by one of the greatest movie villains of all time, the bozo bully Biff Tannen – the possibly probably love child of Shooter McGavin and Dr Evil.

Here are elements of the trilogy mixed, mashed, and lovingly upcycled into a homage worthy of the great Thomas F. Wilson himself. The stories are told from Biff’s perplexed and (rather unpolysyllabic) perspective. As all of the parts, Joseph Maudsley, hits all the notes, from Marty McFly on C6 (≈ 1046.5 Hz) down to the irascible Mr. Strickland on C2 (≈ 65.4 Hz). It’s like Maudsley’s playing an 80s electric keytar – which he is at one point. There’s prop gags, word play, surrealist riffs and improv, plus some properly totes hilar audience interaction, all butt-head-ressed by a pedantic depth of knowledge of and nerdish insight into the immortally classic original material.

Biff in the movies is a rather two-dimensional character – more Gilray than Hogarth. The genius of Maudsley’s approach is to add on existential dimensions that have you feeling pangs of sympathy for Hill Valley’s gobbiest gobshite like he’s sitting in his tent the night before Bosworth Field feeling sorry for himself.

I properly love Piccolo Tent at Assembly George Square Gardens, but it’s not quite the perfect stage for this staggeringly affectionate tribute. There’s one prop gag which is impossible to see from the back, which is a shame because it’s one of the funniest. Maudsley fills the space like he’s filling a 1946 Ford Super DeLuxe with manure. The comedy piles on and on, for the first and only time this Fringe, I am wishing the running time was longer.

Come for the nostalgia. Stay for the freshness. Put your custom-made red quilted puffer vests on and go see this!


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‘The Bubble Show®’ (Venue 3, until AUG 17th)

“Mr Bubbles has toured the world with this show and every step on his journey has made it faster, higher, stronger.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

Happiness is very much like bubbles, and bubbles are very much like happiness. The potential for both is everywhere. Coming in every shape and in size, it just needs someone special to make the magic happen right there before our eyes. Beloved EdFringe fixture Mr Bubbles is that someone special. Over the years, his deceptively simple act has enchanted audiences young and auld, including some who were young and are now a wee bit aulder.

We enter Piccolo Tent at Assembly George Square Gardens to find the instantly recognisable and some less familiar tricks of Mr Bubble’s trade, as well as the costumes and props which make this show a game of two halves. First, there’s the science section. Helium bubbles. Square bubbles. Bubbles within bubbles. Bubbles with children inside. Bubbles filled with smoke, every bubble a wonder and delight. Second, there’s the sensory, super-chilled section. Finally, there are the supermassive (no, seriously, they’re chuffing ginormous) bubbles.

In her EdFringe notebook, the one with a woodcut of Agnes Pockels doing the dishes on the cover, Daughter 1.0 (10yrs) wrote: “I really enjoyed the bubble Man. I really liked how he created all kinds of Interesting bubbles. I also liked his adience Interactions and how he was bubbly and exiting. I also liked going Inside a bubble. I also enjoyed his bubble animals and his beautiful bubble art.”

A lifetime ago, in 2019, I wrote of Mr Bubbles, “He is young and his show feels like it will ripen with age.” Six years on, and that prediction has been fulfilled and then some. The same beautiful, delightful, twinkling energy is here. The same pace, precision, and purpose is here, but there’s that same powerful difference as between a photo taken with The Bubble Space Telescope versus one snapped by James Webb. The depth, the contrasts, the overall impact is lightyears ahead of where we were.

Mr Bubbles has toured the world with this show and every step on his journey has made it citius, altius, fortius. It is an Olympian feat, and rediscovering The Bubble Show® feels akin to a beachcomber finding blue seaglass or a narwhale’s tusk. In the delightful setting of Piccolo Tent, this show is fast approaching utter perfection.

Come for the bubbles. Stay for the bubbles. Get your Dolce & Gabbana 1990s Bubble Wrap Jackets on and go see this!

 


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‘On the Harmful Effects of Tobacco’ (Venue 53, until AUG 18th)

“It’s classic comic storytelling done proper.”

Editorial Rating: 4 Stars (Outstanding)

Is tobacco as harmful as unhappiness? Anton Chekhov’s masterful short story, first published in 1886, is a tongue-in-cheek satire of pedantic intellectualism, the superficiality of social performance, and human hypocrisy. Ivan Ivanovich Nyukhin has been voluntold by his wife to give a lecture on the dangers of smoking. Soon, he’s gone off topic and begins laying bare his unhappiness and his failed dreams.

Andrew Hogarth, artistic director of No Frills Theatre Company takes to the stage every inch a Nyukhin. His waistcoat is buttoned askew. His pocket square makes no effort to match his tie. He is a man in a hurry with nowhere to be. A surly yet ingratiating confidence marks a set of audience interactions which do much to create a sense of moment and immediacy. Over a marathon sprint of 25 minutes, Andrew hits all the hilariously henpecked one-liners in Nyukhin’s classic monologue. It’s not groundbreaking. It’s classic comic storytelling done proper.

Hogarth’s vision for No Frills is of open access to the arts on stage as well as off. His theatrecraft is ultra-natural and feels spontaneous even as it ouses precision and preparation like a particularly pleasant and well-chosen reed diffuser – black tea and earthy woods for Chekhov, I think.

Perhaps because I have chosen to sit on top of the AC unit and have used my pull at Space to have it set on full blast, I struggle slightly to hear every word which may or may not be my fault. Still, this show could do with a mic and I would have liked a little bit of sound collage to help set the scene, but then I guess those would be frills to an absolutist. Absolutely come for the storytelling done just right. Stay for a classic smashed over the boundary line. Get your shinels on and go see this!

PS. I will be making every effort to see ‘The Bear’ – the other (50min) Chekhov No Frills are presenting from the 19th.


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‘I’m Not Saying We Should, But What If We Did?’ (Venue 16, until AUG 16th)

“As Maud and Agnes, Harriet Pringle and Lizzie White are sensational.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Nae Bad)

38%. That’s how much domestic violence rates increase when England loses a match. Between the fallen angel and the rising ape, few other statistics lay quite so bare the glaring awfulness of men’s behaviour towards women. In so many contexts. Across class and creed, culture and class something is wrong and it isn’t getting right by itself.

We enter to find ourselves about to go live. The TV studio is abuzz as aspiring leaders Maud and Agnes get ready to be grilled about their clickbait policy options – no men allowed out of the house without written permission, no men in gynaecology, no men allowed to drive. It’s crazy because these things are being suggested for men. Then again, go next door to The Surgeons’ Hall exhibition on ‘Women in Surgery’ and you can see how things once were in the city now so proud to have produced pioneers like Sophia Jex-Blake and Elsie Inglis.

This production asks some pointed, impertinent, and ultra-provocative questions. Are we trying to solve our problems, or are certain clownish performative politicians surfing the tides of frustration and despondency simply for effect? If a man can be elected to the White House or to Downing Street by playing a bafoonish persona for all it is worth, why not two women literally Pagliaccing themselves before the cameras? 

As Maud and Agnes, Harriet Pringle and Lizzie White are sensational. For all the comic exaggeration and effect, these are two highly nuanced performances which also deliver the counterbalancing expressions of anger, loss, and betrayal with heart-string-tugging urgency. Surely scaffolded by exceptionally strong supporting performances by Liz McKenna, Abbie Want and Mukuka Jumah, I have a feeling we will be hearing great things from Pringle and White in the not-too-distant future when this caustic and challenging (but bang on the money) piece of juvenilia (with its unaccountably clumsy ending) has been chalked up to experience.

Here is a show taking risks and winning. Here is a company (Minotaur of the University of East Anglia) living up to its reputation while refusing to rest on past laurels. If the plan was for ‘I’m Not Saying We Should, But What If We Did?’ to showcase talent, push boundaries, and challenge prevailing approaches and orthodoxies, then… job done. Top marks.

Come for the absurdly urgent premise. Stay because you’re going to want to tell folks you saw these performers back when. Get your coats on and go see this! (Chaps, please remember to ask permission of the relevant matriarch before leaving the house.)


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‘Paris in a Jazz Age: The Memoirs of Eloise Defleur’ (Venue 43, until AUG 16th)

“As Eloise, Airlie Scott, sparkles like a coupe of champagne at one of Gatsby’s shindigs.”

Editorial Rating: 5 Stars (Outstanding)

There are moments in human history which excite the potential time-travelling tourist more than others. Shakespeare’s London and Edo-era Tokyo have to be pretty high on the list, but Paris in a Jazz Age might well top the itinerary. The Hot Jazz Vagabonds have hit upon a genius way to conjure the glitz and the glamour, the triumph and the tragedy of that sparkling moment of bold artistic achievement. They have created a spoken word memoir, a parade of memories recalled to us by a charming central character, Eloise DeFleur. Eloise is a British upper-crust vocalist who arrived on the scene to get down and flirty in the nightclubs and cafes of the French capital at its most intoxicating. On these pacy vignettes is hung a string of familiar jazz hits played as well as they have ever been played by anyone, anywhere, anywhen.

As Eloise, Airlie Scott, sparkles like a coupe of champagne at one of Gatsby’s shindigs. Best known for her Doris Day Show, Scott looks the part in a trés chic red sequin number that leaves plenty of room for fancy footwork. Eloise’s story is told with a passion so intense that it lifts us from our (really rather comfortable) Space Amphitheatre seats and onto rickety auld wooden numbers in a smokey backroom off the Rue Reine d’Écosse. Scott’s audience interactions are lively and elegant, her voice strong yet supple, owning each phrase and lyric like they were especially written for her. The band she’s leading are simply magnifique. Not a note not in place, not a beat missed, every swing a sensation. 

This show was originally twice the length, and I would crawl over broken glass or maybe even use a French public toilet (if I really had to), to see the full version. As it is, distilled into its most essential, most vivacious, and most memorable triple-shot espresso form, it is a triumphal blend of music, theatre, comedy, and romance – the must-see late-night musical marvel of the moment. Come for the jazz. Stay for the sass. Get your cream double-breasted overcoats on and go see this!


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