Nayana Fielkov is a top-tier performer who makes the impossible seem inevitable.
By Paul Blinov
Writing about Underbelly feels like trying to describe a dream. A trippy, joyfully unpredictable blend of physical comedy, clown, puppetry, magic, and live video, it takes you sightseeing through a bending state of reality, all within the confines of a bathroom.
It’s hard to get too specific without spoiling any of its wonders, but know this: the journey out of a shower has never been so winding, surreal, or fun. There are shaving accidents. Giant monsters. CPR. Rivers of tears are cried. Finger food is served. In other hands it could all prove unwieldy, but Nayana Fielkov is a top-tier performer who makes the impossible seem inevitable.
“This is where the show gets weird,” she offers about two-thirds of the way through Underbelly. But by then we’re already deep down the rabbit hole, and happily so. It’s peak Fringe weirdness, but in a way that welcomes you into its world to share in the absurdity. Take the trip.

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