This suggestive show about physics, fear and love offers an intelligent, artful sketch of greater things to come. That stands out like an island in a sea of amateur auteurism, campy self-indulgence and earnest confessional monologues. For dedicated Fringers, just being there for whatever happens must be its own reward.
Audiences apparently thrive on their treasure hunts through an unjuried mass of shows.
Nearly 8,000 tickets were sold last year. Similar numbers are expected for the 2000 slate of 240-odd shows that continue in various venues through Sunday. Those are formidable odds. For 50 minutes at the planetarium, at least, the odds could be forgotten. The audience is in on something in the making here, as writer-director Trevor Allen concocts a suite of beguiling monologues, quartets and one duet for a company of four absorbing voices.