I received a second-hand compliment on the capris I’m wearing today. They feature a whimsical mouse family. One of the mouse children is holding a balloon that is sailing up toward my crotch. I’m not really a whimsical mouse pant kind of girl, but I am a “Chico’s, brand new with tags now $9 at the thrift store” bargain shopper. I look like I should be teaching Kindergarten. Which would be frightening for everyone involved.
A little bird (her name is Nancy, if you must know) tipped me off to Now I See at the Rarig Arena. Bob has already declared it the best show of the Fringe. Seriously. And I can’t really find a reason to argue with him. This is a gorgeous show about a guy in 1930s New York who dreamed of managing a champion boxer. Super tight ensemble cast does more than you can hope for with a ten-minute stage setup and a 60-minute run time limit. Lush costumes, stop-motion, Foley artist, sound effects, believable accents, compelling story…this is a stellar Fringe debut from a young company out of Wahpeton, North Dakota, of all places. I’m quite familiar with Wahpeton, as I grew up in Fergus Falls, and we’d head due West to Wahpeton to buy fireworks every Fourth of July. There’s not even a language warning on this show; bring your parents, your grandparents, your co-workers, your neighbors. I challenge you to find someone who isn’t mesmerized by Now I See. They’re back Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Make room in your schedule.