by Jason Booker
VIVA: a show worth missing, even if you are a drunken frat-boy. (VIVA is also a transit system that you’ll hate yourself for missing, but that’s another issue.) A revoltingly amateurish show, the actors (even partway into the run) cut each other off and overlap lines, the sound and light cues are late and slow and the show lacks a truly sympathetic character. Using all the of the male parts as fodder for the sit-com style humour, this comedy about a stoner, Matt, who co-opts a video game slogan to become an accidental revolutionary attempts to balance the inactivity with the conscientious Jeremy, the roommate and cook-in-training. Unfortunately, even Jeremy is riddled with clichés and predictable lines – and then he annoys his girlfriend and sleeps with another woman. If the writing wasn’t bad enough already, the women are thinly-drawn caricatures, only there to serve their man’s needs. Horrifically unfunny, there was barely a laugh during the performance reviewed, as the scenes dragged on. Writer and director Noah Izak will hopefully learn how to structure a show and market it better for his future Fringes, since the plot, themes and characters of this show (what little there is to discuss) were virtually unknown until the show started.
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