Vancouver Fringe Festival review: Little Orange Man is a tearjerker
Welcome to the unconscious. In Little Orange Man, writer/director Kathleen Greenfield and writer/performer Ingrid Hansen tell the story of a hyperactive schoolgirl named Kitt and her attempt to contact her Danish grandfather by entering his dreams. The artists create an unpretentiously surreal landscape in which the contents of Kitt’s lunch box—lettuce, celery, an apple, and slices of bread—become some of the puppets she uses to tell her story. Kitt’s lighting array includes turtle lights, a headlamp, and a moonlike circle that she uses for a shadow-play sequence. She pulls out a mandolin to sing a ditty about having ADD, and, when it comes time to contact Grandpa, she goes into a trance to the recorded strains of “Dream Weaver”. This show could lose five minutes, but it’s a charming combination of inspiration and technique, and a wacky invitation to play and connect. Its final moments left me in a puddle of tears.
At the Revue Stage on September 8 (8:15 p.m.), 10 (1 p.m.), 11 (9 p.m.), 15 (6:35 p.m.), 17 (5:15 p.m.), and 18 (3:25 p.m.)