Go see The Eulogy. Right now. What are you doing? Why are you still reading? For every minute you spend not seeing The Eulogy, you’re missing out on easily the funniest thing you’ll see at this year’s Fringe Fest, or maybe just this year period.
Michael Burgos’ one-man show is brilliant in just about every way imaginable. It’s simple in its concept – a man eulogizing a former roommate finds his speech filled with faux pas and decides to bumble off book – but the places that Burgos takes it are unexpected and unmistakably hilarious. He quickly takes his wonderfully constructed frame, smashes it, lights it on fire, and dances in the ashes with irreverence and glee (I’ll let you figure out which part of that is actually not a metaphor).
Burgos is a true talent, and every little action on stage delights. From his near-perfect dialect work to his riotous physical comedy, every aspect of his performance is skillful to say the least. He is so masterful in his technique that its impossible not to be won over, even when his character is breaking any semblance of decorum.
This is comedy as a force of nature. It will pick you, spin you around, and take your breath away. It’s chaotic and visceral and impossible to look away. And yet, never once does Burgos ever seem out of control of his craft. In fact, he bobs and weaves so well that one starts to lose the ability to distinguish between the planned and the improvised. In a few short hours, Burgos proves that he is a master comic mathematician, and for the remainder of the show he wows with how far he can take his formulae.
There’s really not much to say about The Eulogy. It’s a delight, through and through. It speaks for itself better than I would ever be able to, mostly because I’m still busy laughing about it. So if you’ve made it this far, let me say it again: go see The Eulogy. You will not be disappointed.
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