Words by Rosalind Romer
Last night I was transported into Sam Nicoresti’s world for an hour. There’s already something magic about the cinema room in the Banshee Labyrinth because it’s a hidden cinema underneath the Royal Mile, and Sam Nicoresti gives us the show the venue deserves.
We’re with him from the start, and the show seamlessly segues from Sam chatting to the audience to becoming his alter-ego on a larger-than-life Zoom call to psychedelic images. Some of it must be adlibbed but it’s hard to tell when he goes off-script because the performance is seamless.
He effortlessly brushes away the usual kneejerk gender arguments that derail any meaningful discussion, to talk (or think out loud) about it in a far more thoughtful, nuanced and funny way. Audience members don’t have to worry about whether or not they agree with him because what he says is so engaging. I could have listened to him for hours.
This year’s Fringe has been special, and this show in particular has stayed with me. It’s the Fringiest experience of the year.
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8.55pm | Banshee Labyrinth | until 28 August
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