Over half-way through the Fringe, and I have not yet tired of wandering along the Royal Mile and having flyers thrust at me by not-unattractive drama-students shouting out, “Five-star reviews in the…” and there you can insert whatever crappy publication that employs hacks to review things about which they know little. Mostly.
While I will happily blog, comment upon, give thoughts and feedback, and even my opinions, unless I am writing about something on which I have specific and relevant background knowledge I will not pretend to be a “critic.” I would urge all people to analyse deeply what a “critic” is saying before choosing not to attend a performance.
But public opinion, even in these days of increasingly discredited journalism, is a real force. Everyone who has the guts to put on a show during the Fringe, however mediocre or unpolished, deserves applause. These up-and-coming-or-otherwise-hopefuls need stars, just as they need to learn to dismiss those who pan their efforts.
Render unto Caesar.
Pontius Pilate has the best lines in the book:
‘What is Truth;’ ‘What I’ve written I have written;’
and something else about a mango.
Keen on personal hygiene, he’s always washing his hands;
and – rare for a Roman – listens to his Missus
(though her sage advice he dismisses.)
So why such bad press for the Puppeted Politician?
A fickle thing, Public Opinion.