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“The Big Picture” — Not Worth a 1000 Words

By Ernest Kearney  —  The Big Picture is as cluttered, chaotic and confused as your average, interstate, multi-vehicle pileup and even less fun.

Holly Goodfellow wanders about a stage festooned with bags, boxes and gym bags which he digs in throughout the show, occasionally pulling out some prop item to help him with a gag.

He pulls out a cheap alien mask, places it over his face and announces: “I’m an Australian alien!”

At another point, he picks up a weather vane, which he holds over his head and spins about.   “I’m going everywhere at once,” he crows.

All the while, he’s rambling:

Crinkley, I need a stage with a steering wheel to keep the show going…!  Yeah…!  Sometimes I feel like a dying art holding onto a moldy fart…!  Yeah….!  It’s a true story…!  Crinkley, sometimes I feel like a little star twinkling in a sky…!  Crinkley, the show must go on, I can’t get out…!  This show is going to get perfect, just give me a million years…!”

I watched him running around holding a cardboard question mark and crowing, “You can’t avoid the question!” and I think to myself, “A million years?”  I don’t think so.

Sadly, the second EAR WAX of the Fringe.

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The Big Picture

Is Playing During the Hollywood Fringe Festival 2018

at

The Hobgoblin Playhouse

6520 Hollywood Blvd.

The Final Show will be: Wednesday June 20, 2018 @ 11:00pm

For Complete Show Information, Tickets and Reservations Go To:

http://hff18.org/5421


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An award-winning L.A. playwright and rabble-rouser of note who has hoisted glasses with Orson Welles, been arrested on three continents and once beat up Charlie Manson. His first play, "Among the Vipers" was a semi-finalist in the Julie Harris Playwriting Competition and was featured in the Carnegie-Mellon Showcase of New Plays. It was produced at the NPT Theater in Ashland, Oregon and Los Angeles’ celebrated Odyssey Ensemble Theatre. His following play, “The Little Boy Who Loved Monsters” was produced at The Hollywood Actors Theater, where he earned praise from the Los Angeles Times for his “…inordinately creative writing.” The play went on to numerous other productions including Berlin’s The Black Theatre under the direction of Rainer Fassbinder who wrote in his program notes of Kearney, “He is a skilled playwright, but more importantly he is a dangerous one.” Ernest Kearney has worked as literary manager or as dramaturge for among others The Hudson Theater Guild, Nova Diem and the Odyssey Ensemble Theatre, where he still serves on the play selection committee. He has been the recipient of two Dramalogue Awards and a finalist or semi-finalist, three times, in the Julie Harris Playwriting Competition. His work has been performed by Michael Dunn, Sandra Tsing Loh, Jack Colvin and Billy Bob Thornton, and to date, either as playwright or director, he has upwards of a hundred and thirty productions under his belt, including a few at the Bob Baker Marionette Theater as puppeteer. After a wild and misspent youth, which lasted well into middle age, Kearney has settled down and is focusing on his writing, as well as living happily ever after with his lovely wife Marlene. Ernest’s stage reviews and social essays can be found at TheTVolution.com and workingauthor.com. Follow him on Facebook.

Latest comment
  • I think i may have won the award for the worst show at the 2018 Hollywood Fringe Festival. Ironically it must be the most poorly written review of the festival and badly written one i have ever read.
    No feather in the cap at HFF. $1850 to do five shows.
    LA is so pay to play!
    I’m a fool that rushed in where angels fear to tread on this one.
    I got the Ear Wax award. Quite funny really!
    Ear Wax decription: Okay, villagers, we’ll all meet at the castle, don’t forget to bring your torches and pitchforks, at midnight we march.
    I share the award with Shakes on the Rocks.
    We’re rock bottom.
    There’s so many flaws in my review.
    Why he chose this picture, not the jester one?
    Can’t even get my name right. It’s Jolly, not Holly.
    By Ernest Kearney — The Big Picture is as cluttered, chaotic and confused as your average, interstate, multi-vehicle pileup and even less fun.
    Holly Goodfellow wanders about a stage festooned with bags, boxes and gym bags which he digs in throughout the show, occasionally pulling out some prop item to help him with a gag.
    * I had no boxes or gym bags on stage.
    He pulls out a cheap alien mask, places it over his face and announces: “I’m an Australian alien!”
    At another point, he picks up a weather vane, which he holds over his head and spins about. “I’m going everywhere at once,” he crows.
    All the while, he’s rambling:
    “Crinkley, I need a stage with a steering wheel to keep the show going…! Yeah…! Sometimes I feel like a dying art holding onto a moldy fart…! Yeah….! It’s a true story…! Crinkley, sometimes I feel like a little star twinkling in a sky…! Crinkley, the show must go on, I can’t get out…! This show is going to get perfect, just give me a million years…!”
    * Can’t even get ‘Crikey’ right. Grammar is bad!
    His interpretation is worse than my show.
    ….sometimes i feel like a little star twinkling in a sky.
    * In a sky? Who ever says that?
    Crinkley, the show must go on, I can’t get out…! This show is going to get perfect, just give me a million years…
    I watched him running around holding a cardboard question mark and crowing, “You can’t avoid the question!” and I think to myself, “A million years?” I don’t think so.
    His interpretation is lousy. Misconstruing what i said.
    * What an inadequate rewiew.
    Sadly, the second EAR WAR of the Fringe.
    * EAR WAR?
    It’s EAR WAX
    Get it write you wishy-washy critic!
    You get the Golden Turd award for the worst Fringe review
    i have ever read!
    Can only write This is capital letters here.
    I think this is worth sharing with Press. It’s good publicity actually 😉
    FAIR PLAY!

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