One of the very best things about the Fringe experience is stumbling across someone dressed as an astronaut down in the SpiegelYurt near midnight, and it turning out to be a thoroughly enjoyable act, rather than just some really annoying dude, wandering about.
True, Sam Nicoresti does seem fairly adamant that he was abducted by aliens a few years back, but let that not impede your enjoyment. This space cadet is a talented filmmaker when not on stage—or in-yurt—and the production values here are really quite impressive: audio bits and blackouts and all sorts of other bells, ping-pong balls and whistles.
Despite those special-effects and—rather good—spacesuit, this is an autobiographical tale, taking us back to several incidents that made him the person he is today; and which might well have made him cease to be altogether, on at least one occasion. Some of those tales are pretty dark; wafts of acrid danger that breeze swiftly past as he launches off in another direction.
Now this show won’t be for everyone, and our host—who resembles the musician/scientologist Beck, but even odder—will no doubt be a tad too much for some. But the wordplay is frequently clap-worthy, and he copes well when an extra five people do indeed stumble through those flaps ten minutes from the end. “Where was the bouncer!” he mock-yelps, before politely resolving to ignore them and just press on regardless.
A good job too, as it’s a finale to be savoured. Nicoresti is an auteur well worth a late hour of your time.