Thursday, October 6

Tag: This Is Not a Theatre Company

Play…in your bathtub 2.0 – Camden Fringe Online
London

Play…in your bathtub 2.0 – Camden Fringe Online

Theatre makers have long been pushing the boundaries around staging works but using your own bathtub as a venue is certainly a new one. However, that is where I find myself to experience This is not a Theatre Company’s ‘immersive spa experience’ Play…in Your Bathtub 2.0. Created at the height of covid lockdowns, and directed by E.B. Mee, this participatory, multi-sensory piece is a 20minute meditation bringing in poetic monologues, classical piano music, toe wiggling and ASMR-style watery sound effects. Whilst the bath is the recommended scene, you can also opt for a footspa, shower, or even a bucket. It’s certainly a different experience, where you bring your own props of choice that relate to a specific sense (touch – warm water and bubble bath, taste – a beverage of your choice, ...
A Little Drape of Heaven – Camden Fringe Online
REVIEWS

A Little Drape of Heaven – Camden Fringe Online

Before streaming A Little Drape of Heaven, part of Camden Fringe 2022, we were advised to ``go to a closet, find a piece of clothing to hold close to your heart, and press play on the audio link”. So, clutching my late mother’s jumper to my heart and, ignoring the puzzled look on my husband’s face, I pressed play on my laptop - only to be told the piece of clothing should belong to someone of the opposite sex. To me, this is classed as audience participation which I hate. And though I was the only one in the audience (my husband having left the room), not in a million years was I going back to the wardrobe to find an item of his clothing to clutch. Swati Das narrates in a lovely, sing-song voice and early on it’s clear she is the voice of a sari, being unwrapped after 10 years of...
Tree Confessions – GM Fringe Online
North West

Tree Confessions – GM Fringe Online

As I logged on (no pun intended) to listen to Tree Confessions, part of the 11th Greater Manchester Fringe Festival, I realised if I was a tree, I would be a solid oak and not a willowy sapling. You see, at the opening of the audio production, we were advised to sit down under a tree, press play and listen. However, the weather outside was atrocious so, much as I love trees, I wasn’t prepared to get my hair wet for them, so made an executive decision to sit under our giant indoor plant, a Rose-painted Calathea. Big mistake. Getting back up proved nigh impossible. What on earth was I doing? There was no bark on the plant for me to press my ear against, so I plopped back onto the sofa and pressed play. With no other distractions, such as audience members passing by, musicians tunin...