Fringe day 8: That's all folks (for now)

​This is my final Minnesota Fringe Festival post, but there are still three full days of programming for you eager theater fans. Also, there will be one more chance to take in the most popular shows at this year's festival. For the Fringe Encore, the top-selling show from each of the 15 venues will be presented at 8:30 p.m. Sunday evening, the final slot at the festival. The plays will be selected from the audience totals from the first four of the five performances. 

The winners will be announced around 10:30 p.m. Saturday evening at Moto-I and then posted on the Fringe website the next day. If you want to play a bit of Fringe-hit roulette, you can reserve seats even before the shows are announced.

And finally, one more Fringe review. For the final night, I decided to pick one of the 62 shows at random. So, after tossing a few dice (see, all those years playing D&D paid off with some oddly shaped but appropriate sided polyhedrons), I came up with:

"If you mess with time travel, you'll end up eaten by a dinosaur."

These folks pretty much ran under my radar this year, though I remember being somewhat intrigued by the high concept: a summer camp where historical figures do crafts, go on hikes, and compete for the chance to get to go back to the mortal plane and finish what they started. There are plenty of interrupted lives here, from Amelia Earhart to Harry Houdini to Joan of Arc, but all of them start to act like petulant teenagers when they are required to spend time together in the woods. It seems that there is another force at the camp, one that is sabotaging them at every turn. Leading the entire group is short-shorts loving camp counselor, J.R.

The other appeal here, like this company's piece from last year's Fringe, Zombie High School, are the a cappella original songs. The nine performers work well as a company, using their voices to easily make up for the lack of instruments. The sheer number of characters makes development difficult over an hour-long show, though Anna Popinchalk (a pale, depressed Emily Dickinson) and Anna Weggel (Earhart) do the best.