Musicals, like enthusiastic little weeds, seem to be sprouting up from every unimaginable crack at the Fringe. No subject seems too bizarre to touch on, be it cannibalism or in this case an historical assortment of assassins with the president of the
The initial brain storming session for this must have been a lark. What an idea! How original and witty! It is a shame no one considered any novelty would soon wear off in a show that trundles on for an hour and a half. This even more so, considering the first assassination sets a fairly serious tone. In vain the tiny orchestra tries to shake off this mood, using plucky carnival music and electric piano solos. Yet any initial ‘punch’ is lost in a lament for the Confederacy by a man wracked by the destruction of the Civil War.
Desire to kill the president alone unites the ragtag bunch, as they exchange stories (and insults) in an imaginary assassins
One of the tag lines of the show is ‘every bodies got the right to be different’ which they certainly do, but I despair at a world in which everyone has the God given right to create a musical. This performance trots along, occasionally touching on interesting ideas (what was Lee Harvey Oswald thinking when he shot JFK?) but is otherwise thoroughly ordinary entertainment.