Good At Cults (Venue 47, The Buckingham)
By Alan Kellogg
So, we’re in the middle of a job interview, and an attractive late 20s-something-ish (New Yorker Cait Elliot) in a sensible summer dress is verbally punching up her resumé for a prospective employer onstage. She has a never-say-no attitude, a driver’s licence, makes toothsome biscuits, and well, she’s really, really, good at cults!
The story unfolds, and it’s a righteous contemporary stemwinder that holds our attention over a fast-paced hour. There was Cult 1, a standard guru in a turban outfit that linked up with the yoga teacher lessons.
But it was Cult 2 that is the heart of the story/interview. It began in a New York coffee shop (1, there is a 2 as well) where she meets The Guy. He’s clearly full of it. And yet, ruefully she admits that she was reeled into the spiritual hogwash this self-described zen master, enlightened one, piano player, blah-blah-blah, spewed out. Locations on our collective journey stretch from Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village to sublime Vermont to a cabin near….Edmonton.
Elliot is a storyteller of a high ether whose dialogue rings absolutely true. You’ll fall in love with her a bit, or at least empathize as she carries you along the cautionary tale that’s very much of this moment. And very entertaining.
NOTE: In all the years I’ve covered the Fringe, I’ve never felt the need to add an advisory. Opinions are like — well, you know. But a reviewer gave this show one star, which has apparently affected attendance. That qualifies as egregious journalistic malpractice. Don’t believe it.