A 3-Decker Romance, Bernard “O’B” O’Brien, Mount Dora. Blue venue, 60 minutes, $8.
By Elizabeth Maupin
Elizabeth Maupin on Theater
Not everybody in the world loves a Boston accent.
But if you do love a Boston accent — all those broad A’s and missing R’s — and if you love the idea of a guy telling stories set in the old-fashioned neighborhoods of Boston, Bernie O’Brien is your guy.
O’Brien isn’t an actor: He paces the stage, waves his hands and wears a baseball cap that hides his eyes, and you begin to wish a director had canned the opening voiceover, placed him at a chair and table and ordered him to stay.
But the stories he tells about growing up in first-generation Irish-Catholic Boston are charming, and O’Brien can be very funny. There’s something guffaw-producing about an old-timer with a booming voice telling you the most important expression of his childhood — I don’t want to give it away, but it’s wicked — or detailing the number of glazed donuts the 6-year-old version of himself managed to down. O’Brien has become a familiar face at the Fringe; for those who like to listen, it’s not hard to see why.
Saturday May 21, 3:35 p.m.
Sunday May 22,10:35 p.m.
Monday May 23, 9:25 p.m.
Thursday May 26,6:55 p.m.
Saturday May 28, 11:30 p.m.
Sunday May 29, 4:20 p.m.