KC Fringe "I Love You, (We're F*#ed)" review by watchNwrite

I Love You: You're NOT f*ck#d.

Rating: 4

I Love You, (We're F*#ked)

KC Fringe Festival

     Fringers sat in the MET theatre on Friday, the 22nd awaiting a man named Kevin to tell them what he thinks about love – and they pretty much knew what to expect, given the title: "I Love You (We're F*ck#d). It was a fairly simple production with a whole lot of content, even more jokes, and a stunningly-charming performer.  The first thing the audience sees is a man in a white t-shirt, black suspenders, and torn-up brown shoes talking into a gold-plated microphone. And this production, just like the mic, was pure gold.
       The show went from the telling of stories to the singing of songs, with jokes intermixed. Admittedly, the songs started off being the weakest part of the show, but that is not to say they were bad in any sense of the word.  Kevin's songs went from being predictable and simple within the first 20 minutes to being very impressive, indeed, in the latter half of the show.  The song right after the story about the run-in with Corey on the street was, for lack of a better word, amazing. The vocals, in particular, caused a silence in the room that was unprecedented.
         The best part of the show was the performer's ability to go with the flow and expertly make - what would appear as - off-the-cuff jokes.  From stopping the show to catch some late-comers up as to what had happened thus far (and lying about it quite appropriately) to pointing out that a rather adorable older man in the second row was passed out, Kevin seemed to be able to keep his cool and charm through just about any occurrence – which is more than just a desirable quality during an event like the Fringe Festival.  His delivery was candid and matter-of-fact most of the time, and the references were generally pleasing to the crowd (although, the bit about "Silver Spoons" was a bit of a miss).
       If Fringers don't plan on seeing "I Love You (We'reF*ck#d)," those people will miss out on, probably, one of the better one-man shows in the Fringe Festival. It's bound to only get better, and seeing this show, unlike being in love, will leave happy feelings when it's over. This show is $10, so bring a friend and get "f*ck#d."