Review: Ruins أطلال (25A Belvoir)

Venue: Belvoir St Theatre (Surry Hills NSW), Oct 1 – 20, 2024
Playwrights: Emily Ayoub, Madeline Baghurst, Mine Cerci
Directors: Emily Ayoub, Madeline Baghurst
Cast: Emily Ayoub, Adam Al Kuheli, Madeline Baghurst, Tony Poli, Piumi Wijesundara
Images by Geoff Magee

Theatre review
It is a pilgrimage of sorts that we see in Ruins أطلال . An Australian travels to the Bekaa Valley in Lebanon, guided by memories of her recently departed father, in search of something that feels like belonging. Stories of diaspora seem to be having their moment. It is the element of time that makes all the difference. We have always known the wealth of possibilities in working through our tales of origin, but assimilation for survival has meant that we have, for a long time, neglected parts of ourselves that are considered inconvenient and unsavoury.

Conceptualised and directed by the formidable duo of Emily Ayoub and Madeline Baghurst, Ruins أطلال  initiates an exploration into that duality of being both and in-between, of containing contradictions and finding harmony whilst acknowledging, all the troublesome incoherence resulting from inhabiting an identity that is not just one thing. The show is beautiful at every juncture, with incredible configurations of bodies in space, illuminated exquisitely by Frankie Clarke, and with Johnny Yang’s music gently stirring in the background.

Jessica Scott is the flautist on the periphery, adding to the dynamism of the piece, whilst the spiritually fortified Ayoub leads the cast at bringing to life, this meditation on how a person cannot escape excavating the past, if they wish to become truly whole. Tony Poli embodies the paternal figure, with generous warmth and an understated strength. Baghurst, along with Adam Al Kuneli and Piumi Wijesundara play a range of secondary characters with magical effect, always imbuing a sense of wonder to the experience.

There is perhaps some deficiency in the level of intellectual engagement that the piece inspires, but Ruins أطلال is a work that makes an unequivocal statement about the importance of knowing one’s roots and of embracing one’s entirety. It is about the rejection of shame as prescribed by colonialist projects, and about finding the confidence to stand for the validity of cultural specificities that are excluded from hegemonic paradigms. We may have to regularly acquiesce to whiteness on these lands, but spaces are opening up, rapidly and pervasively, in which we can become truer and better selves.

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Review: Well-Behaved Women (Belvoir St Theatre)

Venue: Belvoir St Theatre (Surry Hills NSW), Sep 28 – Nov 3, 2024
Music & Lyrics: Carmel Dean
Additional lyrics: Miriam Laube
Director: Blazey Best
Cast: Stefanie Caccamo, Sarah Murr, Zahra Newman, Elenoa Rokobaro
Images by Brett Boardman

Theatre review
Carmel Dean’s Well-Behaved Women (with additional lyrics by Miriam Laube) is a song cycle, with each number inspired by a remarkable woman from the annals of history, from Eve of the Garden of Eden, to Malala Yousafzai the British Pakistani activist. Whether mythical or simply legendary, these personalities all tell extraordinary stories of glorious ascendency, each one a brilliant example of tenacity and triumph.

The songs are uniformly enjoyable, thoroughly melodious to keep our attention and emotions engaged. Direction by Blazey Best delivers a show that reverberates with an unmistakeable sense of dignification for womanhood, although too persistently sombre for the 70-minute duration. Orchestrations by Lynne Shankel are powerful, but overly serious for much of the presentation. Lights by Kelsey Lee too are consistently grave, when we are in search for exaltation.

A cast of captivating singers takes us through this omnibus of exceptional women. Performers Stefanie Caccamo, Sarah Murr, Zahra Newman and Elenoa Rokobaro bring great verve, along with admirable polish, for a show memorable for its proud expressions of success and resistance.

Women are capable of great things, of course, but we are worthy even when we are unremarkable. Feminism is not only for those who are exceptional. In fact, it is more about those who are ordinary. We should all have the courage to behave badly and make history, but we need to remember that it will always be harder for some. It is impossible that we are all going to become iconic, not so much because of personal constitutions, but more because of circumstances. As we continue to love the characters in Well-Behaved Women, we need to understand that it is not only these anomalies that should be celebrated.

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Review: Frankenstein (Theatre Royal)

Venue: Theatre Royal (Sydney NSW), 28 Sep – 13 Oct, 2024
Playwright: Nelle Lee (from the novel by Mary Shelley)
Director: Nick Skubij
Cast: Darcy Brown, Tony Cogin, Nick James, Anna Lise Phillips, Jeremiah Wray, Chloé Zuel
Images by Joel Devereux

Theatre review
It is with the most obsessive passion, that the scientist sets out to build his creature. It seems Mary Shelley had intuited that technology would simply march forward, whether the consequences are good or bad. Nelle Lee’s adaptation of Frankenstein provides a rich narrative, for an eventful piece of theatre. Unlike the original, it tends not to inspire much philosophical rumination, but there is certainly a lot of room for drama and spectacle.

Dynamic direction by Nick Skubij’s aims to provide a thrilling experience, and the production is indeed impressive with its unrelenting kineticism. It however neglects our need for emotional involvement until late in the piece, and when we begin to feel for the story,  it may be too little, too late.

Ambitious set design by Josh McIntosh keeps our senses enthralled, with Craig Wilkinson’s intensive video projections sometimes adding to the extravagance, but at other times making things look less than elegant. McIntosh’s work on costumes proves accomplished, and along with makeup by Steven Boyle, especially memorable for their combined rendering of the notorious Frankensteinian creature. Lights by Trent Suidgeest are striking, with a consistent flamboyance that really dazzles. Sounds and music by Guy Webster are wonderfully grand, always imbued with a sense of opulence that greatly enhances the show.

Actor Darcy Brown plays a very eccentric Victor Frankenstein, perhaps slightly too unrestrained on occasion, but nonetheless marvellous with the intensity being delivered. Jeremiah Wray is remarkable as the creature, astonishing with the physicality he brings to the role, and disarming with the sentimentality he delivers quite unsuspectingly, just when we begin to tire of the inexorable theatrical hullabaloo.

There is a karmic lesson fundamental to the meanings of Frankenstein; it appears that monsters can only be created by other monsters. It may also seem that monstrous behaviour can be unintentional, although it is infinitely more human, to cling to the belief that it is our resolve that means everything, that we must endeavour to do good, and that our vigilance is key to thwarting destructive aspects of our nature. 

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Review: Seventeen (Seymour Centre)

Venue: Seymour Centre, Reginald Theatre (Chippendale NSW), Sep 27 – Oct 19, 2024
Playwright: Matthew Whittet
Director: Mary-Anne Gifford
Cast: Di Adams, Katrina Foster, Noel Hodda, Peter Kowitz, Colin Moody, Di Smith
Images by Carlita Sari

Theatre review
A group of teenagers has completed their final day in high school, and is now poised for the rest of their lives. It is all very daunting for characters in Matthew Whittet’s Seventeen, at a moment where big changes are afoot, and with new identities being formed, but for those of us who have been through that rite of passage,  it can all seem a little trite and pedestrian.

Once again the play is performed by older actors, presumably in their sixties, in order that the text may communicate with greater poignancy. Indeed it is the notion of transience that becomes a prominent dimension of the storytelling, juxtaposing against the naivety of young people in the throes of something that feels defined by finality.

Actors Noel Hodda and Di Smith are particularly captivating, both bringing a savvy to their performative representations, of personalities decades their junior. Others in the cast tend to be overly earnest, which only draws greater attention to the mundane qualities of Seventeen. Direction by Mary-Anne Gifford could benefit from a more flamboyant approach, but there is certainly an integrity to her realism that cannot be denied.

Set design by Paris Burrowes introduces visual familiarity to the experience, although it is doubtful if her costumes convey that same accuracy. Lights by Grant Fraser and sounds by Michael Huxley are implemented with simplicity, in a production that errs on the side of reticence. 

Watching the seniors play juvenile roles, it is the nature of time that comes to the fore. The impermanence of human experience should tell us that it can all be taken with a pinch of salt, but life has a knack for having us completely invested in all of its ups and downs. We should know to be unperturbed, but the truth is that we are embroiled, hopelessly engaging in every emotion, even as we understand more clearly their ironic futility.

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