Orlando Fringe review: House




Jon Paterson owns the audience from the moment he charges onto the stage in House. Magnetic, intense, more than a little scary, Paterson channels Victor, a frustrated group therapy patient – along with Victor's wife, his mother, his boss, his co-workers and everyone in the group – in a bravura performance that has the audience breathing shallowly for the entire hour. (Especially when, after establishing himself as more than a little unhinged, he climbs out into the audience, chortling, "Didn't think it was gonna be that kind of show, did you?" as Fringe patrons shrank away.)

Paterson's rushing, spiraling journey through Victor's twisty tale of how he ended up in group is incandescent: his blistering rage,  withering scorn, breathtaking sadness seizes the viewer, sweeping you along on its tide.

Victor's sister is in love with a dog, but her relationship is in better shape than his with his wife-slash-third cousin. His father calls himself the Saddest Man in the World, but clearly it's Victor who is that saddest man, as he tries to make us understand the difference between weird and fucked-up, and as he navigates his way between fury and tears.



RibbitrePublic Theatre - Edmonton, Canada

Length: 60 minutes

Venue: Pink

Price: $11 (+svc. Charge)

Disc.: None

Rating: 13+ - Strong Lang, Adult Themes