Class Act, Version 379, by Holly Jensen, is interesting for the way it gets two monologues, at first seemingly unrelated, to eventually merge. Stacy (Amelia Berg) is telling us about her boyfriend and what they did together. Taking turns with her, recounting snippets of his tale, is Bailey (John Carpentier), as aggressive and crude as she is wide-eyed and seemingly innocent.

Rich Rubin's How Nice of You to Ask places a survey taker, Alan (Bob Macaux), with a survey responder, (Carol J. Drowne), and comes up with some funny answers. That's followed by a predictable short, Bench Burner, by Sally Domet, a two-guys-meet-on-a-park-bench exercise that does nothing significantly original with the premise. Joe (Nicholas Viau) is passive and older Raz (Ken Benoit) is aggressive, so his talking the young man into removing most of what he is wearing to assert his identity, and what follows, doesn't end up surprising us. Lenny Schwartz's Moving Pictures has Brian (Edward Warren) staring at a blurred photograph of Laurie (Chipman) as he tries to fill in with memory what was lost in that special moment.

By and large, good work. Looking forward to Wave III.

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