New Season, New Look, Newfound Psychological Red Flags feat. The Sydney Fringe Festival
Spring is here. A time for rebirth. And historical revisionism.
The past 12 weeks weren’t a state of vegetative depression.
They were an extended period of profound reflection.
Now that you’ve finished reflecting mentally, it’s time to reflect physically. Get that new Spring haircut and jaunty fashion accent piece that really says ‘my behaviour is no longer symptomatic of depression, it’s symptomatic of a deeper, more problematic manic depressive state’.
And what better haircut is there than the classic fringe? It’s forever in vogue and covers that greasy ever-present sheen of anxiety-induced sweat that comes from the knowledge that you haven’t got enough money to bribe the people in your life to pretend that you are a fundamentally good person capable of change.
But a haircut can only do so much. After all, you can’t grow hair over all of the visibly sweaty parts of your being. Well, you could, but that would probably counter the image of psychological functionality.
Enter: The Sydney Fringe Festival.
It’s the cultural, artistic and intellectual pinnacle of participatory psychological maturation.
In other words – contemporary experimental theatre and interactive art installations do all the heavy lifting for your fundamentally lazy, fractured and terrified psyche.
This year, the Fringe is celebrating its 10th anniversary with a lineup focused on re-igniting Sydney’s nightlife. The festival celebrates and highlights the work of local independent artists, art makers and performers, inviting audiences to visit undiscovered parts of the city, a new venue or a secret bar, and discover the fantastic creative offerings artists prepare year-round.
Highlights of this year’s program include Heaps Gay RSL, The Factory Theatre’s incredible Fringe Comedy Program featuring famous comedy greats and up-and-coming performers alike, Speed: The Movie The Play (a high-octane comedy staged on a bus), The Ballad of the Apathetic Son and His Narcissistic Mother (the story of a mother and son who create a performance inspired by their shared love for singer Sia), Indigenous one-woman show Matriarch, LOVE+ (a one-woman two-hander about the inevitability of human/robot relationships), Hillbilly Thriller (Picnic At Hanging Rock meets Wolf Creek meets Jedda), and a massive array of cabaret, theatre, circus and live art performances as well as month-long art exhibitions peppered throughout the city.
So there you are.
An entire months-worth of pre-constructed personality.
It should last you till Christmas, when your full frontal lobotomy is scheduled (hey, at least your new fringe will cover the drill hole).