Bristol Improv Marathon on Friday 16th and Saturday 17th March 2018 at The Bristol Improv TheatrePosted on: 12 Mar 2018
There are marathons and there are MARATHONS - and when it comes to an epic display of creativity and stamina they don't get more Herculean than the Bristol Improv Marathon, which takes place across Friday 16th and Saturday 17th March 2018 at The Bristol Improv Theatre.
Over 30 performers will take to the stage for a 26 hour non-stop improvised play in this truly juggernaut exercise in improvisation. Now in its fourth year and a joint collaboration between Bristol Improv Theatre, The Wardrobe Theatre, Closer Each Day Company and Degrees of Error, this is the most titanic improv event yet - bigger, better, bolder and more brilliantly ambitious than ever before.
The two-day stretch will see performers passing the baton to keep the show going for the whole 26 hours, concocting an entirely unscripted performance that will mean they must rely on their imagination, ingenuity, skill and creativity (alongside, presumably, a generous ongoing supply of caffeine-based refreshments).
Endurance will most certainly be the order of the day(s) for everyone taking part in this gargantuan improv fest, which will see the very best performers from the region alongside a few special international guests join forces for this utterly phenomenal theatrical showcase.
Running from8pm on Friday until 10pm on Saturday, this will unquestionably go down as one of the most colossal and memorable performance events of the year. Tickets cost £10 for all you can watch and can be purchased here.
The Bristol Improv Theatre is located at 50 St Pauls Road, Clifton, Bristol, BS8 1LP. Tel. 0117 902 0344
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