Benc7
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Weaverville Waltz- Fringe Festival
So, Weaverville Waltz IS a one-man show. Randy Rutherford ( who I’ve never heard of), is apparently a Fringe festival veteran, winning multiple “Best of Fringe Awards” with his earlier works. I wonder if they were like what I saw today? Loosely based on his growing up in a trailer park in the fifties, he introduces various characters (he’s at his best when he plays his drunkard of a stepfather) that add up to not very much. I’ve seen a lot of one person shows, most of them ego rather than talent driven. When there’s someone really good on stage it’s as close to theatrical heaven as I ever hope to get. I didn’t get anywhere near that and Rutherford’s ramblings about his hometown became tedious and self indulgent. Eighty minutes was about thirty minutes too much.
At the end, an interesting thing happened; some of the audience gave him a standing ovation, most of them were seated stage-right. The stage-left side of the theatre (where I sat) applauded politely but remained seated. He came back after his bows to plug the show’s final performance. He concluded by saying that if we liked the show to let our friends know and then, glaring at the stage-left side of the house, if we didn’t like the show he didn’t care. Really, he said that. Well, Rutherford, I don’t care right back at you.![Stick Out Tongue :p :p](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
So, Weaverville Waltz IS a one-man show. Randy Rutherford ( who I’ve never heard of), is apparently a Fringe festival veteran, winning multiple “Best of Fringe Awards” with his earlier works. I wonder if they were like what I saw today? Loosely based on his growing up in a trailer park in the fifties, he introduces various characters (he’s at his best when he plays his drunkard of a stepfather) that add up to not very much. I’ve seen a lot of one person shows, most of them ego rather than talent driven. When there’s someone really good on stage it’s as close to theatrical heaven as I ever hope to get. I didn’t get anywhere near that and Rutherford’s ramblings about his hometown became tedious and self indulgent. Eighty minutes was about thirty minutes too much.
At the end, an interesting thing happened; some of the audience gave him a standing ovation, most of them were seated stage-right. The stage-left side of the theatre (where I sat) applauded politely but remained seated. He came back after his bows to plug the show’s final performance. He concluded by saying that if we liked the show to let our friends know and then, glaring at the stage-left side of the house, if we didn’t like the show he didn’t care. Really, he said that. Well, Rutherford, I don’t care right back at you.