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Produced by THEATREclub in Smock Alley Theatre

Shane Byrne Has Left His Sleeping Bag in the Car Again

Sat 11 – Fri 17 Sep; 7:15pm

Review by Donald Mahoney

Reviewed 12 September 2010

Absolut Fringe 2010

Is life so bleak now that even twenty-something’s are besieged by nostalgia? In Shane Byrne Left His Sleeping Bag in the Car Again, Byrne, our protagonist in this one-man show, recounts his fondest memories from his halcyon days as a scout.

Such sepia-tinged reminiscences of bouldering and fire-building might be evocative when delivered by a grizzled man looking back on life, but Shane Byrne is still shaking off his post-pubescent glow. His biggest mistake may be admitting early on that his efforts to write a play about his scouting years failed, the final product being too schmaltzy and sentimental. Instead he offers a play about his idea for a play about his scouting years, though schmaltz and sentiment remain everpresent.

Luckily, Byrne, a member of THEATREclub, is tremendously charming. Whether it’s awkwardly strumming the first notes of Everybody Hurts or struggling to tie logs for a fire, he wears his heart on his sleeve without being cloying. Though his affection for his scouting years is genuine, preceding, as is hinted, teenage isolation, too little time has passed for these unremarkable experiences to acquire poignancy. Byrne seems like entertaining company around the camp fire, which might be a better venue for these memories.