I played Devil’s Advocate to Hot Pineapples Fermenting in the Sun, a Fringe Festival show that Mac Rogers credited with one of the four “Most Off-Putting Show-Description Blurbs” of the festival. Mac found their show synopsis incomprehensible, but I felt otherwise:
The description may be proof that they are performing verbatim transcripts from their spam e-mails.
And who doesn’t love spam?
But unfortunately, we learn from Eric Winick at NYTheatre.com that the play doesn’t realize the potential I had for it:
Hot Pineapples is pure self-indulgence, a college project that should never have been performed outside the classroom.
I stood up for this? Mac’s right; the Fringe stinks!
That aside, when can I sign up?