Visitation
These six seriocomic pieces have the best kind of audience participation: the kind where there are candy bars. The treats are passed out during a brief segment in which we're asked True/False questions about death and dying. The rest of the ably performed segments are dedicated to the not especially fresh premise that everyone grieves in a different way and all of those ways are A-OK. Standouts are actor Victoria Pyan, possessor of a maniacal laugh that's just begging for a Disney villain role, and playwright Sam L. Landman, who has crafted the most personal and specific of the pieces: a tender tribute to his late friend J'Mel Davidson.
(2:30 p.m. Sat., 8:30 p.m. Wed., 10 p.m. Fri. and 7 p.m. Sat., Aug. 10, Crane Theater, 2303 NE. Kennedy St., Mpls.)
-CHRIS HEWITT
Edith Gets High
Emerging writer and composer Keith Hovis, best known for his fringe-to-Park Square musical "Jefferson Township Sparkling Junior Talent Pageant," has returned with a joyful, sci-fi fantasia. In "Edith Gets High," an avid gamer is sucked into a video game console to do battle not just with avatars and historic monsters, but with patriarchy, incels and a whole bunch of dark, real-world forces hiding behind keyboards and assumed identities. The musical is clever, inventive and witty, and has thrilling turns by Debra Berger as the title character who uses weed to unleash her superpowers. OK, maybe that's not so future-looking. Still, directed by Allison Witham and featuring a cast that includes Colleen Somerville Leeman, Lizzie Gardner and Ryan Lear, it's a fun, imaginative romp.
(4 p.m. Sat., 7 p.m. Tue., 10 p.m. Fri., 2:30 p.m. Sun. Aug. 11, Rarig Center Arena, 330 21st Av. S., Mpls.)
-ROHAN PRESTON
Post-it, Baby! A Postpartum Journey into Anxiety and Depression
Singer/actor Lauren Drasler is a singular performer and, after a stint in Los Angeles, it is excellent to have her back in Minnesota. It's also good to learn, via this show, that she has made it through a debilitating mental health battle that, as "Post-it Baby" tells it, resulted in her calling a friend for help when she realized she was holding a knife perilously close to her wrists. It's a solo piece (unless you count Barbies), in which Drasler veers from amusing anecdotes to a truly scary moment when, her baby snuggled against her chest, she begins speaking hoarsely and slowly, as if she's somewhere right next door to the Sunken Place in "Get Out." At the Fringe, it feels like we're seeing a show still in its infancy (sorry, not sorry), with Drasler shifting from suicidal ideation to wellness much too quickly, but it's a show that could become great.
(4 p.m. Sat., 10 p.m. Mon., 5:30 p.m. Thu. and 2:30 p.m. Sun., Aug. 11, Strike Theater, 824 18th Av. NE., Mpls.)