Fringe Review: 'Triassic Parq'


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It’s hard not to like Triassic Parq. The Sylvia Viles-directed musical is a raunchy retelling of the seminal film Jurassic Park (the name change comes from wanting to avoid a lawsuit, as explained in the opening song), now told from the dinosaurs' point of view. It’s an unorthodox idea, and one that doesn’t seem like it should work. But the show, much like life, finds a way.
Triassic Parq
Clandestine Arts/Harvey Droke - Washington, DC
Venue: Brown
Length: 90 minutes
Price: $10
Rating: 18 & Up - Language, Strong Sexual Content
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The park’s all-female society is disrupted when a Tyrannosaurus
Rex (Savannah Pedersen) develops a penis, an unfortunate side effect of being cloned with gender-swapping frog DNA. The T.Rex gets the shaft literally and figuratively, as the tribe’s religious raptor leader (Quinn Roberts) banishes the heretical male from their community. This sets off an identity crisis for our velociraptor heroine (Derek Critzer) that explores gender identity, sexual exploration, the conflict between science and faith, and more.

Just, you know, with dinosaurs.

The musical doesn’t deliver anything too impactful within these themes, but really, does it matter? Triassic Parq is focused on making you laugh, and as you’d hope, it’s very good at doing that. The narrator goes by the name Morgan Freeman, there are two songs about the joys of dino-sex, the
cast includes a Mime-A-Saurus (Joseph Sikkema) and there’s a group feeding scene with a plushy goat that ranks as one of the most surreal and hysterical things I’ve seen in a play.

It’s a goofy, irreverent and hilarious musical that serves as a pleasant alternative to other offerings at Fringe.