Before you ask, Marion Allen's number one hobby is entering competitions. The sort that you find in Bella or take a break, assuming your ever get that bored at a dentist to read a copy. They are he kind of competition that wins you a lifetimes supply of Crunchy bars, which is in fact what's happened to Marion. Not that this play is about lone women eating chocolate while watching Mama Mia on dvd; far from it.
This is probably going to be one of my favourite shows of the Fringe. Delivered as a 30 minute monologue this mini playlett provides the inner thoughts of a house proud woman whose husband is run down by a teenage drunk driver. Not material for comedy you might think, but the performance, which from time to time is a little hysterical, delves into the pathos of grief and how, through ordinariness one woman copes with her loss. It's through her story we find the humour of coping.
The production is sleek, well written and very well acted.
A good start to my Fringe day.
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