“Van Gogh Fuck Yourself” promises a lot. Specifically from it’s description, “the truth behind Vincent, the ear, his death, and his sacrifice for humanity’s sake.” Working in the play’s favor (beyond a convincingly ginger-looking Walter Michael DeForest playing Van Gogh) is a script adapted from letters exchanged between Vincent and his brother Theo and the Memoirs of Vincent’s stay in Auvers-sur-Oise by Adeline Ravoux.
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Jacqui Rêgo (Photo by Bailey Carr)
Next week thousands of theater patrons will once again descend on Lower Manhattan for the 19th annual NYC Fringe Festival. “Fringe theater” usually denotes plays located on the edge of something (the mainstream, the city, a performer’s sanity). With 200 shows on offer, several seem to occupy the fringe between high culture and low, floating somewhere between stage, screen and page. These nine offer you the chance to Kill Dunham, Channel Spock and “Van Gogh Fuck Yourself.”
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