Playwright and performer Noah Bremer has certainly earned the fans who chortled loudly and waved lighters at his one-man show. After all, he's boyishly charming. He's a master of physical comedy and choreography. And he's among the Fringe Festival elite, a local favorite who carries shows with his name alone. Whether these followers knew of his work with Minneapolis theater company Live Action Set or recalled 2005's much-praised Fringe show Please Don't Blow Up Mr. Boban, their enthusiasm was matched only by his joy in performing. Those not familiar with his comedy, however, might find it hard to enter Bremer's world—a nonlinear place in which he (as various characters) distributes carrots to the audience, pantomimes the inflation of his own hand, and laments the pace of his romance with Gertrude, a houseplant. Forty-five minutes of silliness, intense energy, and earnestness make experimental theater seem approachable—but it's hard to appreciate an experiment that has no hypothesis to reference.
Sun., Aug. 2, 10 p.m.; Mon., Aug. 3, 10 p.m.; Thu., Aug. 6, 8:30 p.m.; Fri., Aug. 7, 10 p.m.; Sun., Aug. 9, 7 p.m., 2009