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Posted 04/04/06
Strange but true.... We got a major national broadsheet out of London and into a small scale independent production. Dominic Cavendish (Daily Telegraph) said....
FIB
NCP car park, Leicester
"There's a lot of electrical wiring but no plumbing in evidence at FIB, an intriguing performance-art piece from Metro-Boulot-Dodo housed in the basement of an NCP car park in Leicester.
An audience of 14 is led into a brilliantly lit, specially constructed corridor, on either side of which stand seven cubicles; each cubicle contains a three-minute experience, themed around the subject of lying. When your time's up, you move on to the next available box.
It's like being in some reality TV show challenge, except that very little is demanded of you beyond a willingness to look performers straight in the eye. Not all the encounters are person-to-person - one cubicle, for instance, contains a disused toilet covered with graffiti.
Those that do feature other living souls are the best, though. Whether it's a young man encased like an art exhibit musing on the benign side of fibbing or a single white female spilling her heart out at a restaurant table, they remind you just how intimate and intense theatre can be."
Daily Telegraph
Our mothers are very proud!
And as if that wasn't enough we got some local coverage in the Leicester Mercury too. Alton Towers watch out!
"There is a real skill to telling porkies and Leicester's Metro-Boulot-Dodo has made it an art.
Fib, the oddest experience to be found the legal side of LSD, is set in a car park basement and runs until April 8.
Beginning in a room straight out of Roswell, you receive a quick explanation about what Fib is (an interactive life experiment looking at why we lie) and then the fun starts.
Ushered to 14 "truth booths", your group of 14 then plays musical chairs until all the boxes have been visited, taking about an hour.
To quote Forrest Gump, Fib is a bit like a box of chocolates - you never know what you're going to get.
Inside one booth is a ringing telephone. You answer and listen to a furious-paced monologue from a salesman on the edge. It's very, very funny.
Opening another door reveals a toilet. Its tiles are covered in truthful scribbles. Some make shocking reading.
By far the best and most intense experience is a booth where a woman is telling you a deeply personal lie as you sit together at a "restaurant" table.
It's hard to stop grinning at the fun of it: Fib is quite possibly the Alton Towers of modern art, no lie."
Leicester Mercury
And in case you missed it there's also the Stage review on the next page. And did we mention "Pick of the Week " in the Guardian.
