Monday, 27 April 2009

Laugh at Danger



Preview article on hardcore clowns, The Dirty Brothers, published in the Sun-Herald.


They have been labelled "kamikaze clowns" by the Opera House and one of the performers in the sideshow troupe The Dirty Brothers admits things sometimes get out of hand. “Our shows always create a bit of an OH&S nightmare for theatres,” the Great Gordo Gamsby says with a laugh.

“It’s always fun filling out those forms for theatres. When you start talking about how we’re going to be climbing up a ladder and angle-grinding sparks onto somebody … that just raises all sorts of issues.”

For Gordo, whose signature act is to pierce a hatpin dressed in Hawaiian flowers through both of his cheeks, it's all part of the job of creating theatre that strives to make beautiful and evocative images.

“People like to see others push their bodies to the extreme and do things that they couldn’t fathom doing in their own mind,” he says.

The Dirty Brothers will be performing their new show, The Dark Party, as part of the Sydney Comedy Festival. They form part of a recent resurgence of sideshow performance, in which groups like the Jim Rose Circus and Tokyo Shock Boys have gained worldwide popularity.

The three Melbourne based performers (who share a collective history in theatre, circus and commedia dell‘arte) have recently come from packed houses at the Adelaide Fringe where they performed their dark clown routine.

“Sideshows did die out for a while – but it’s no longer 'pay your ten cents and gawk at the freaks'. Now it’s based on more rock'n'roll sideshow with an emphasis on creating extreme visceral theatre,” he explains.

“It’s all about creating images and we’ve taken pieces of our own lives with characters and we’ve built a show around it as much as we can."

Gordo is joined by Shep Huntly, who plays a broken man at the end of his tether, and Patrick Bath, the dark and fun-loving clown (who leans towards the more traditional clowning character).

Using silent films and famous Buster Keaton skits as inspiration, the group are aware of the centuries old sideshow tradition they follow when travelling troupes would shock audiences with anything from bearded ladies to fire eaters.

“We like the audience to make up the story in their own minds and we try to get the audience to really feel for the characters. So when you see me putting a screw through my face, you’re actually feeling the emotions the character is going through.”

Gordo waited until he was an adult to try his more extreme stunts. "I didn't do any of that stuff as a kid and I don't like seeing it as self-mutilation - it's more about creating art. I do it to create images," he says.

So is there anything this kamikaze clown won’t do? “Shep attaches a car battery to his nipples and I tried that once. I don’t want to ever do that again.”


The Dark Party plays at the Sydney Opera House from April 29 to May 3. Phone (02) 9250 7777 or see sydneyoperahouse.com.

Review: Jerry Springer: The Opera


Jerry Springer: The Opera
Sydney Opera House
Until 26 April
Tickets $98-$128
Bookings (02) 9250 7777
Critic’s Rating 7/10


Don’t go singing any of the songs after you come out of Jerry Springer: The Opera because you’ll not only turn heads but you might attract some unwanted attention.

An opera based on a television talk show that documents the bizarre, lewd and explicit confessions of the US’s trashiest individuals is always going to generate a lot of publicity.

Add into the mix pre-op transsexuals, a man who likes wearing nappies and a black Jesus who is a "little bit gay" and you have a show which will get a lot of humourless Fred Nile frowns.

Tagged as sacrilegious and outrageous from some more serious and conservative elements of society, this British opera by Stewart Lee and Richard Thomas attracted public outcries and protests when it was first produced by the National Theatre in London.

It’s been a lot less controversial in Australia and as soon as the lights went down in the Opera House the audience was in raptures, raising their arms and punching the air with the chorus ‘Jer-ry, Jer-ry, Jer-ry!’.

A host of trashbags is then wheeled out to tell their secrets to Springer (David Wenham). There’s Dwight (Warren Fisher) with the love of his life. But then there’s her best friend, with whom he’s sleeping. Oh – he’s also sleeping with a pre-op transsexual.

Then there’s the nappy wearing, dummy sucking Montel (Lawrence Clayton), who wants his "partner of two years" to start treating him like a baby.

On either side of the action is a whooping chorus being hyped up by a warm-up guy and Steve the security guy (Marcus Graham) is standing ready to separate any hair-pulling or "bitch-slaps".

The delivery of the confessions and the "talk to the hand" catchcries in the operatic style of Bellini or Rossini make Jerry Springer: The Opera such a bizarre cultural experience.

When members of the Ku Klux Klan appear in a brilliant tap-dancing musical number at the end of the first half, the show goes from the absurd to the surreal and Montel grabs a gun and shoots Jerry by accident. The talkshow then descends into Hell and Jerry is forced to host an episode between the Devil, God, Jesus of Nazareth and Adam and Eve.

The least-interesting character throughout is Jerry Springer, who is portrayed only adequately by Wenham. It’s the Devil (David Bedella) and pole dancing aspirant Shawntel (Alison Jiear) who are the show-stoppers.

But the shock of the swearing and the adult themes have faded with time. There are plenty of hilarious moments but it’s a formulaic production directed off a spreadsheet, exposing its short shelf life. Even after just six years filling packed houses around the world, Jerry Springer: The Opera needs to pull a bigger bitch-slap.

Review: The Wonderful World of Dissocia


The Wonderful World of Dissocia
Wharf 1, Sydney Theatre Company
Until 23 May
Tickets $30-$75
Bookings (02) 9250 1777
Critic’s Rating 8/10


The world of Dissocia, created by Scottish playwright Anthony Neilson, is like that little corner of your brain that fantasises and yearns to break out of routine and rediscover your inner child.

Lisa (Justine Clark) has lost an hour after a series of flights across the Atlantic and the only way she can get it back is to search for it in Dissocia - a little-known Wizard of Oz-type land where nearly everything is a cliché.

It’s a world which celebrates eccentricity, as we find insecurity guards (why guard something that is secure), a horny scape-goat and a singing polar bear.

The clichés get rammed home a bit too much but let your imagination go and you’ll find yourself entering a wonderful playground which sets you up for the opposing second half which I won’t give away.

Besides the wonderfully extravagant performances from a great ensemble, the creative collaboration behind the production is the true revelation.

Director Marion Potts, along with designers Nick Schlieper, Tess Schofield and Alice Babidge have created a world that not only transports you with the colour and light of the set but also brings you bursting into its beautiful and unexpected dreamlike end.

Review: Kafka's Monkey


Kafka’s Monkey
Sydney Theatre Company
Until 25 April
Tickets $30-$65
Bookings (02) 9250 1777
Critic’s Rating 9/10


During David Attenborough’s famous broadcast with mountain gorillas in Rwanda he turns to the camera and quietly utters: “There is more meaning and mutual understanding in exchanging a glance with a gorilla than with any other animal I know.”

From the moment Kathryn Hunter enters the vast stage space, in ill-fitting top and tails and with the gait of a monkey to address the "ladies and gentlemen of the academy", you know there will be an exchange rarely experienced in the theatre.

Initially a 1917 short story penned by Czech writer Franz Kafka and adapted for the stage by Colin Teevan - Kafka’s Monkey is an address by a lecturer about her existence as an ape five years previously.

Taken from west Africa and incarcerated in the cramp hull of a ship, she stumbles across the idea of imitating her captors to gain freedom from her cage.

As she analyses her new environment within human society, flashes of confinement return as she feels increasingly isolated. It’s at this moment you start to share that isolation as you look around at your fellow audience members (species) and hear their guffaws, applause and feel their breath.

This production from London’s Young Vic and directed by Walter Meierjohann is a theatrical delight not just for its effect but for the astonishing versatility in the physical and vocal skill of Hunter.

It is a performance at its most adventurous and brings the face of humanity eye to eye with our inner primate.

Review: Breast Wishes


Breast Wishes
Seymour Centre
Until 2 May
Tickets $35-$70
Bookings (02) 9351 7940
Critic’s Rating 6/10


Whether you call them boobs, coconuts or "love pillows", breasts attract a lot of attention. Like a mammogram, this new Australian musical gives those glands that give nutrition to newborns and adorn men’s magazines a thorough check up.

Written by Merridy Eastman, Jonathan Gavin, Richard Glover, Wendy Harmer, Sheridan Jobbins, James Millar and Debra Oswald and with lyrics by Bruce Brown, this musical has a clear message – go and get your breasts checked.

Ably performed by Valerie Bader, David Harris, Anne Looby, Chelsea Plumley and the wonderful new talent Gretel Scarlett, Breast Wishes takes us through the stages of having breasts, from bra-fitting to feeding, culminating in a story about a young woman who contracts cancer.

But the important message (a quarter of Australian women with changes in their breasts don't consult a doctor) is lost within a kitchen of far too many cooks. The piece is so didactic and over-written there is little time to feel for the characters.

Certainly there are enough catchy tunes but, put simply, nothing really beats a heart-to-heart with your daughter about looking after those vital and beautiful parts of the female anatomy.

Review: The Man From Mukinupin


The Man from Mukinupin
Company B, Belvoir Street Theatre
Until 17 May
Tickets $34-$56
Bookings (02) 9699 3444
Critic’s Rating 7/10


With its musical numbers and classic country setting, The Man from Mukinupin by Dorothy Hewett is like a timeless travelling caravan show conjuring up a pre-World War I environment with good yarns, romanticism and bush heroism.

Written in 1979 and set in the drought stricken wheat belt of Western Australia, the play takes us back to the Edwardian years as white settlement spreads out across the land.

In the town, where people are "muck’n up", Polly Perkins (Suzannah Bayes-Morton) and shop boy Jack Tuesday (Craig Annis) are teenagers smitten with each other much to the chagrin of her parents, Eek (Max Gillies) and Edie (Kerry Walker).

The old black-clad couple fancy the travelling lingerie salesman Cecil Brunner (David Page) as a far more appropriate (and wealthier) match for the beautiful young Polly. All this is while the nosy Hummer sisters (wonderfully played by Roxanne McDonald and Valentina Levkowicz) look on.

When travelling actors Max (also David Page) and Mercy Montebello (Amanda Muggleton) blow into town with a melodramatic show of Othello, young Jack gets a taste for the wider world - threatening to leave the besotted Polly.

The fun loving game of youthful love and innocence slowly erodes as the war approaches.

Introducing doppelgangers for each of the characters, Hewett shows another world over the rabbit proof fence where Jack’s mad brother Harry, Polly’s half-sister Lily and Eek’s star-gazing brother Zeek reside.

Hewett’s play is seen as one of the great works of Australian theatre along with Summer of the Seventeenth Doll, The Season at Sarsparilla and The Removalists.In some ways, the ex-Communist Hewett purges herself of everything she is unhappy with in her homeland – imperialism, ecological destruction and black-white relations. Director Wesley Enoch uses colour-blind casting mixing indigenous and non-indigenous actors as they double up and portray the two worlds.

With painted white faces the actors cover up their racial differences and give their characters a ghost-like feel in a world which is long forgotten.

Set designer Richard Roberts and lighting designer Rachel Burke have utilised the dreamlike effect with an eerily dim stage which allows actors to appear from the shadows of the space and float in and out of the action.

The ghost tone of this production, though fantastic and theatrical, flattens the emotional highs and lows, particularly the musical numbers. It meanders at times, lacking a tightness and pace for its 2½ hours.

Hopefully these moments will be ironed out because The Man from Mukinupin hasn’t lost its relevance after 30 years, in many ways getting better with age.

Review: The Distance From Here


The Distance from Here
Stables Theatre
Until 25 April
Tickets $23-$30
Bookings (02) 8002 4772
Critic’s Rating 5/10


US playwright Neil LaBute has such a distinct way of writing that his surname has entered the vernacular to describe plays that portray the disturbing lives of those who sit outside the norm.

And The Distance From Here is about as LaButeish as you’re going to get.

Darrell (Anthony Gee), son of a gulf war veteran, is pretty angry with the world. With his mate Tim (Benn Welford) at the local zoo, they antagonise the monkeys by yelling and spitting at them. It becomes a pretty obvious connection as you ask who really is the beast.

Then you get introduced to Darrell’s family and you enter the world of the trailer-trash US lower class with chain-smoking stepmother Cammi (Jeanette Cronin), her boyfriend and Gulf War veteran boyfriend Rich (Andy Rodreda) and his half-sister Shari (Laura Brent). It’s a family where no one is related by blood but is tied together by impoverished circumstances.

Recalling other anti-war plays, The Distance From Here makes the correlation between states at war and the violence war promotes within society.

But for LaBute to convincingly shock an audience, he needs to be delivered with more menace rather than the angry stereotypes we see played out in this production.

Director John Sheedy has recruited an excellent cast but they appear to be dying to get LaButeish with the text.

They aren’t helped by a set design which acts as a barrier and slows down the action nor the constant smoking on stage.

Review: DNA


DNA
Old Fitzroy Theatre
Until 2 May
Tickets $21-$35
Bookings 1300 438 849
Critic’s Rating 6/10


A bunch of teenagers has done something terribly wrong and now a boy has gone missing. In a fit of panic the group tries to cover up their crime with a cold hearted ringleader showing the way.

In this modern day Lord of the Flies, British playwright Dennis Kelly utilises his astonishing ear for teenage conversation and establishes a dog-eat-dog plot in a schoolyard.

This is a world where teenagers have grown up with crime television and DNA evidence making their seduction all the more ruthless.

With a sparse set of hanging light bulbs and carpet underlay by Jessie Giraud, director Kellie Mackereth makes good use of the intimate Old Fitzroy Theatre where the big cast of eleven enter from every corner of the space.

Using Yael Naim’s beautiful remix of Britney Spears’s Toxic as a theme song (which inspires a sound design by Rosie Chase) this production has an appealing quality and tone of American Beauty.

But with so many actors on stage in so many group moments the actors are often caught out not knowing what to do or where to go while moments of angst bubble to the surface centre stage.

Sunday, 26 April 2009

Review: we unfold


we unfold
Sydney Dance Company, Sydney Theatre
Until 11 April
Tickets $20-$60
Bookings (02) 9250 1999
Critic’s Rating 6/10


The opening to Sydney Dance Company’s new production is like the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey with everything from a solar eclipse, star flights and beings entering a confusing new world.

Even the music by Italian composer Ezio Bosso has that classical grandeur designed to shock the senses with great waves of orchestration that even cause speakers in the new Sydney Theatre venue to reverberate. (Stanley Kubrick would have been proud.)

So it’s with a bang that Sydney Dance Company starts its journey under the newly appointed artistic director Rafael Bonachela. It’s a fresh beginning for the company and gives audiences some idea of the type of dance and movement we can expect.

Divided into four sections, with a mix of large ensemble pieces flowing into gentler solos and duos, we unfold takes us through chapters themed with the elements of earth, wind, fire and water. They are almost four separate dance pieces, each accompanied by an enormous backdrop of mesmerising video footage.

Bonachela’s choreography is swift as he fills the stage with dancers dressed in flesh-toned body stockings criss-crossing the space vertically, horizontally or diagonally.

The ensemble flows between rapid and sharp movements, then just as quickly disappears, leaving principle dancers Amy Hollingsworth, Juliette Barton, Richard Cilli, Adam Blanch and Paul Zivkovich who take turns to fill the space with intricate and highly energetic performances under the excellent shifting light designed by Hugh Taranto.

It’s the over zealous music (which verges on the histrionic) that doesn’t sit well with the performance for its 60 minute length - most particularly the deep base and erratic violin towards the end.

In much the same way, the absolutely beautiful, slow moving video projections of a dancer floating through space with water and fire conflict with the physical presence of the dancers on stage. It’s certainly cinematic but doesn’t do justice to this newly formed ensemble of veteran and newly recruited dancers.

But Bonachela has certainly made a mark with his debut piece as director of the company and gives hints at what should be a great three year collaboration with this deserving group of performers.

Review: Abigail's Party



Abigail's Party
Ensemble Theatre
Until 2 May
Tickets $23-$59
Bookings (02) 9929 0644
Critic’s Rating 7/10


With pineapple skewers, a rotisserie, Demis Roussos records, fibre lights and orange glass ornaments this production of the 1977 play Abigail’s Party swishes around like a vintage muu muu.

Beverley (Queenie van de Zandt) and her husband, Laurence (Brian Meegan) live at 13 Richmond Road and they’ve invited neighbours around. She is the perfect hostess as she prepares for a nice evening with new arrivals Angela (Tara Morice) and Tony (Ben Ager). We never get to meet 15-year-old Abigail but we can hear the festivities of her own party as her mother, Susan (Julie Hudspeth), seeks refuge at number 13.

This classic British play written by filmmaker Mike Leigh (whose most recent claim to fame was the Oscar-nominated film Vera Drake) is a dark portrayal of the middle class and their aspirations in keeping up appearances.

It’s keeping up appearances at any cost that Leigh frames with such devastating consequences, as the five people come crashing together and Beverley becomes more gregarious.

There’s a great amount of amusement in the design by Graham Maclean. But this fine production directed by Mark Kilmurry, goes past the swirling colours and captures the style of Leigh with its dark undercurrent as the characters come crashing together in the final and very dramatic moments of the play.

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Pirates Take Over Australia Council


I'm not kidding... Pirates stormed the ship and took over the Australia Council for the Arts' Facebook profile page.

"Aaarrrgh me landlubbers we have your ship," they yelled.

Check it out HERE.

Or see the screen grab below.
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Thursday, 9 April 2009

Interview with Dylan Moran


This is an extended version of my interview with Dylan Moran published in the Sun-Herald.

Dylan Moran is very serious when it comes to words. “I really miss the way language is treated. Because whether it’s Obama or a taxi driver we’ve all got something to say, we’ve got a vernacular, a spin on the words,” he says.

“But now everyone’s twittering. These new technologies, they’re a distraction. I mean, doesn’t Twitter limit what you can say to 140 characters?” he asks me as he sips on a lemon, lime and bitters in the gardens of his Sydney hotel.

The Irish comedian, actor, writer and star of the famous Black Books comedy series is in Australia on a tour of his latest stand up show What It Is. When you meet Moran you can see a bit of the cynical Bernard Black character in his demeanour but it’s his calm awareness which is most striking.

“One thing I’ve noticed about language isn’t just you learn from the older generation but you cling to the younger generation and I’ve noticed it come out in my comedy. Sometimes I’ll just say ‘thing’,” he says with a County Meath inflection making it sound more like ‘ting’.

“Thing will refer to half of what I’m talking about – ‘get the thing, where’s the thing, it was beside the thing’”.

“And even ‘like’ has crept into my language and it used to drive me insane. I’d be sitting next to somebody of a certain age - and this sounds like an old bastard thing to say - but I can’t hear anything else except for the word ‘like’. I end up counting them and someone will come up to you and I’ll just say ‘nineteen!’ And they’ll be ‘nineteen what?’

“They said ‘like’ 19 times!”

“And it’s not just localisms or Dublinisms or Irishisms."

"My father once told me ... he was in the Aran Islands, these small islands off the coast and he was in this very very quiet pub.”

“And there was nothing stirring, there was dead silence, just the ticking of a clock on the wall and he said to the barman ‘for want of passing the time or pleasantries, do you ever get busy in here?’”

“And the barman, who was cleaning a glass, didn’t even look up and he said, ‘What difference would it make in a hundred years?”

“It’s a totally different take on how to spend your time.”

“But I’m not talking about poetic language. I’m just talking about the ordinary discourse, the chat and the value accorded to it - it’s immense in Ireland which I think it isn’t in Britain.”

“Australians are pretty good at passing the time of the day. I mean, I’ve laughed out loud at some of the ordinary chat and the slang of Australia – it’s very rich.”

“Irish culture though is in the mash-up of European culture anyway – and touring [theatre] companies would one time be very important in Ireland and even do Shakespeare in the hills.”

For Moran who immersed himself in the plays of Irish writers Samuel Beckett, George Bernard Shaw and Oscar Wilde as a teenager and sees Jackie Mason as a comic master, words are very important to his work and his Irish identity.

“Ireland is such a talky culture,” he says. “You walk into an Irish pub and it’s a huge drone of everybody talking and the only way to shut someone up is to tell a better story. So for me it was a kind of training in a way.”

“I mean, you go to the pub to drink a pint, but its about the talk. That was one of the things when I started out, because that’s the last thing you’d want to see when you walked into a pub – a big television there – or a stage with a microphone.”

“When I was in Ireland and started doing this [in the early 1990’s] there just wasn’t a tradition of stand-up. You would have had story tellers, the fireside chat and that tradition is very strong,” he explains. “But there was no stand-up because it was redundant. So then I caught the boat and moved to London,” he says.

“Because there’s one club in Dublin where you cut your teeth and there’s 15 to 20 comedians in the front row, it’s no joke.”

“So then, if you wanted to do it, you had to get on the boat where there’s a hundred clubs in London and that’s how you can making your living doing stand-up.”

“But it’s quite different now. Everyone has that TV-presenter type profile now, which I never had and they are now a jack of all trades in media things, they present things, they do things and they appear on panel shows – you know – they’re like a talking head.”

Since his move to the UK not very much has changed for Moran aside from the size of the venues he plays. After twenty years on the circuit he still just tours with a minimal operation with a producer and publicist.

“It’s a pretty lo-fi operation – just the microphone, lights and me. This isn’t Starlight Express or A Streetcar Named Desire – it’s just words and a guy” he says.

“But that’s by no means limiting. I went to see Jackie Mason and he’s what 70 years old and I went to see him for his words. What he does with all his Yiddish and his rhythm – it just makes me laugh.”

“He’s a master at what he does. He’s one of the greats and it’s amazing what he does physically. I mean he’s not an athletic guy – he’s a keg to look at – a keg with a wig – and he just makes you laugh with what he does. You can be ten rows back and he just makes you laugh.”

“I saw Tom Waits recently in Edinburgh and I know its music but its very theatrical and his set-up has a bit of a rig and effects.”

“And he loves all that Weimar, Kurt Weill stuff with all the old rock … all that Trubadour Tradition with some old amplifiers hanging up in some mesh.

“And he stands there all hirsute, hanging off the microphone bellowing at you. It was very effective … I just wish I could hear him better.

For Moran it’s not only words which are serious - it’s also comedy.

“Australian audiences are quite good. Some audiences in London have that crossed armed feel – come and entertain me feel – the ideal audience is one which is just open.”

“The most difficult thing in comedy is to occupy the present tense. It’s such an important facet to be fully actively present - but if you’re minds on other things or you’re worried, you’re depleting your possibilities for that show,” he says.

“When I write I want to be create precise description of things but I don’t want to be over written. You know a mile off when dialogue sounds staged. You don’t want that and it’s very important you don’t get that.”

“I once saw this review of a Ben Elton show who was so impressed with the ad lib, and he went back and saw it again and saw the exact same ad lib and that’s a basic theatrical skill – to be able to pass of what seems like improvisation as being in the moment – technically that’s very difficult.”

“I improvise – and its part of my limitation. I wouldn’t be able to go on the road with a set text. I wouldn’t get any relief - all I’ve got is me and I get bored of me.”

“You have to break it up a bit. I couldn’t bear to know what I was going to do every night – it would kill me. I mean I have a structure and it’s like a little Lego set you construct with the audience.”

“Each night you’re turning all your switches on to put the material over and to get it across to people and beam it into every single person there as much as you possibly can,” he says.

“You live and die by your last gig.”

Review: The Herbal Bed


The Herbal Bed
New Theatre
Until 11 April
Tickets $22-$28
Bookings 1300 306 776


There’s a bit of mystery around William Shakespeare’s daughter, Susannah Hall, who took a young local boy from Stratford-upon-Avon to court for slandering her, alleging she had an affair with a local haberdasher.

It’s an event of historical interest which British playwright Peter Whelan uses as a vehicle to create a period piece attempting to tackle the moral dilemma around those little white (and not so white) lies.

They’re questions we ask ourselves every day: Do you ignore a lie for your own preservation and what affect does it have on those around us? And at what cost do you defend your honour and reputation. (Marcus Einfeld is the most recent scenario which comes to mind).

The Herbal Bed sees Susannah (Fiona Pepper) with her husband the local doctor (Keith Agius) trying to defend their reputation in the face of pub gossip that she has been alone with married man Rafe Smith (Jamie Irvine).

Taking the case to the church court, the local bishop (Dave Kirkham) is easily swayed but his assistant, Rev Barnabus Goche (David McLaughlin) is less willing to buy the story. He questions the key witness to the event, servant girl Hester (Gemma Yates-Round), who has been quietly encouraged to protect her mistress Susannah.

Director Sarah Giles and designer Renee Mulder gather an impressive cast with a production a black and austere design similar to that of Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. There are particularly strong performances that bring out the suspense set deep in the text - most especially during the court scene where Susannah, the doctor and Rafe unite to defend their honour in front of the quick minded Reverend Goche.

However, for a play so dependent on the lust of the flesh, it is surprising to see very little time in the text showing the attraction between the adulterers. At a period in history when slander and lies are measured against such religious fervour the stakes need to be much higher to justify the extraordinary choices made by Susanna and Rafe.

Agius certainly sets the standard with a performance that breathes a quiet desperation, but what's left unseen is the passion of the affair undermining him.

The set adds even more distance between the characters by placing furniture between them and limiting their interaction within the cavernous space of the New Theatre. Nevertheless, this is a interesting choice of play staged by the company with some promising signs of new talent emerging.



Friday, 3 April 2009

Review: Alchemist


As first published in the Sun-Herald.

The Alchemist
Playhouse, Sydney Opera House
Until 18 April
Tickets $30-$60
Bookings (02) 9250 7777
Critic’s Rating 7/10


Whether their racket is fake Nigerian trust funds, the promise of eternal youth or the chance to earn a quick buck, confidence tricksters intrigue us as we watch gullible fools fall victims to their schemes.

Just switch on A Current Affair for proof. But it’s far less funny when you’re the one who gets caught.

Despite the title, Ben Jonson’s 1610 play, The Alchemist, is less about alchemy and more about the way rip-off merchants get amongst almost anyone to part with their money in exchange for tantalising hope of riches. Wall Street shows us not much has changed in 400 years.

Lovewit, master of the house (Rssel Kiefel), is taking a sojourn to the country, leaving the housekeeper, Face (Andrew Tighe), his friend Subtle, the alchemist (Patrick Dickson) and saucy seductress Dol Common (Georgina Symes) with an opportunity to use the house as a base to run their racket.

From here they set about conning every soul they can lay their hands on. First there’s Dapper, a lawyers clerk (Bryan Probets); the local tobacconist, Abel Drugger (Lucas Stibbard); Sir Epicure Mammon, a bright-eyed knight (David Whitney); the gothic-looking deacon (Richard Sydenham); and the angry young Kastril (Scott Witt), decked out in his bling and oversized skater shoes.

Each queues up in a Mark Latham like conga line of suckholes believing the fantastical and whimsical promises of Face and his gang of three. Enter Surly (Sandro Caolarelli), the one person who can see through the masquerade and who attempts to undo their plot.

The brilliance of Jonson, a contemporary of William Shakespeare, is that his comedy portrays the failings of humanity with such life-like characteristics.

The Alchemist is written in such an over-the-top and melodramatic way it makes delicious material for the actors, allowing them to dive head first into the caricatures and the wit.

Director John Bell unleashes his cast and lets them rule the stage with a strut and playfulness. It is hard not to be caught up in the childlike antics of the rascals.

The physical and lyrical gags come fast as the performers do their best to outdo each other in a display the likes of which is rarely seen in theatre today.



Review: Ladybird


As published in the Sun-Herald.

Ladybird
Downstairs Belvoir Street
Until 12 April
Tickets $10-$29
Bookings (02) 9699 3444
Critic’s Rating 6/10

Entering the world of Russian playwright Vassily Sigarev’s Ladybird is like entering the world of a strife-torn housing estate in modern-day Sydney.

Dima (Ian Meadows) is a young man living with his alcoholic father on the barren outskirts of a forgotten town. What’s even worse is they live in a housing commission building overlooking a cemetery (which the locals call the house of the living and the dead).

On the eve of enlisting in the army to fight in Chechnya, Dima throws a party with his drugged-out mate Slavik (Eamon Farren), neighbour Lera (Sophie Ross), her cousin Julia (Yael Stone) and drug dealer (Adam Booth). On a mattress on the floor in a wasted-out stupor is his dad (Slava Orel).

This is a snapshot into the world of Putin’s Russia and the forgotten people left behind by the nation’s new elite. Conversations between these young characters are like incidental chatter you’d hear on any bus but with a few drinks the dark shadow of the cemetery slowly rises and they are faced with questions about the horrible situation they are in.

Director Lee Lewis has taken this Russian play, written only 5 years ago, and places it firmly within the world of fringe dwelling Australia. With extremely strong performances this is a production full of relevancy and timing. But its full affect is flawed by a set design far too overbearing, with mountainous amounts of garbage and flickering TV sets, distracting from a text already dripping in sad and haunting images.

At 70 minutes, Ladybird delivers a blunt reality check.