Advertisement

We need your help now

Support from readers like you keeps The Journal open.

You are visiting us because we have something you value. Independent, unbiased news that tells the truth. Advertising revenue goes some way to support our mission, but this year it has not been enough.

If you've seen value in our reporting, please contribute what you can, so we can continue to produce accurate and meaningful journalism. For everyone who needs it.

ABSOLUT Fringe 2012
absolut fringe

Nutshell review: The Oh F**k Moment

Every day, TheJournal.ie brings you reader-generated reviews of the hottest tickets at the ABSOLUT Fringe Festival 2012.

THE ABSOLUT FRINGE 2012 has more than 100 shows playing out across Dublin until 23 September. Each day, TheJournal.ie will bring you our readers’ reviews of the pick of the crop and everything in between. You’ll get the chance to get in on the act yourself with our daily reader review tickets giveaway!

Today’s review:

The Oh F**K Moment

(Hannah Jane Walker and Chris Thorpe)

Eoghan Heavey’s review: The show began with the audience being gathered together and escorted into what appeared to be a corporate office board room. A large oval table stretching the length of the room abundantly littered with a chaos of scrawled upon fluorescent post-it notes, pencils and markers, a flipchart at one end and a smiling hostess at the door offering freshly made cups of tea (with sugar?)

Once all present were seated around the table, Walker describes what a typical Oh Fuck Moment is by way of her own experience involving an office cubicle, a horse’s head, and an errant email. Once the concept is clear Thorpe fires off a rapid battery of seemingly familiar fragments of perhaps newspaper headline clippings, illustrating the full gamut of Oh Fuck Moments: everything from monumental plane crashes to relatively inconsequential yet blatantly suggestive predictive text messages where human error is at the core. It is human error that was being examined here, framing it as something which defines us. We are all fuck ups, striving for those rare moments of perfection.

The clever contrast of oratory styles that is Walker’s calming tones against Thorpe’s urgent interruptions leads to a cadence that attempts to carry the audience on a mildly cathartic journey which it largely succeeds in. A journey which illustrates that, after 50,000 years of evolution, we in our modern day jungle stand on the shoulders of our ancestors fuck ups, monumental, inconsequential or otherwise. The bottom line is: shit happens, to all of us, all the time, don’t worry, that’s life.

In three words? Poetic, truthful, reflective (with a great cup of tea!)

Read more Fringe Fest reviews in a nutshell>

Read more of TheJournal.ie’s ABSOLUT Fringe coverage here>

Readers like you are keeping these stories free for everyone...
A mix of advertising and supporting contributions helps keep paywalls away from valuable information like this article. Over 5,000 readers like you have already stepped up and support us with a monthly payment or a once-off donation.

Your Voice
Readers Comments
4
    Submit a report
    Please help us understand how this comment violates our community guidelines.
    Thank you for the feedback
    Your feedback has been sent to our team for review.