It’s probably safe to say that We’re All Going to Fucking Die! is the only Fringe show where you stand a chance at taking home a prostate massager.
Despite the cheekily morbid title, this brainchild of Twanna A. Hines, a sexual and reproductive health educator, is mostly about embracing pleasure while we’re actually here on this planet. The show starts off in what feels like familiar territory — we’re all wedding guests, and Hines is the bride — but the loose conceit is dropped rather quickly as Hines transitions into the meat of her monologue.
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Hines injects a healthy dose of sexual positivity into her performance, gently prodding the audience about their sex lives, encouraging them to challenge taboos (her asides about society’s sexist “scripts” about topics like infidelity are compelling). Said advice can feel plucked out of a self-help book or advice column, but it’s a topic worth listening to (Hines keeps things light by bestowing gift of sex toys onto cooperative audience members). A more somber vignette about the time Hines felt closest to death, trapped in a van with a creepy stranger, proves to be one of the work’s most riveting passages.
Hines is an easy, natural storyteller (she also strikes a fun rapport with the show’s animated ASL interpreter, Billy Sanders). But her tale can meander, though it should be noted Tuesday’s performance wasn’t helped by the curveball of technical difficulties, including a malfunctioning projector and an abbreviated tech rehearsal before opening (Hines was straightforward enough to tell the audience exactly what was hindering the show that night). Hines got through the abrupt transitions, though, by consistently connecting comfortably with her audience.
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