Review: Misery Loves Company (KXT on Broadway)

Venue: KXT on Broadway (Ultimo NSW), May 3 – 18, 2024
Playwright: Isabella Reid
Director:
Mathew Lee
Cast: Lib Campbell, Clay Crighton, Lincoln Elliott, Paul Grabovac, Teale Howie, Mark Langham, Linda Nicholls-Gidley, Rachel Seeto, Annie Stafford, Michael Yore
Images by Clare Hawley

Theatre review
There has been a death in the Glynne family, and all the kin congregate to hold a vigil for the dearly departed. In Isabella Reid’s Misery Loves Company, we see everything go incredibly wrong, for an uproarious comedy, set in what should be the most sombre of times. With it being 1977 in Northern Ireland, and turbulence a permanent fixture during those years, perhaps chaos does make sense, even in moments of reverence and intimacy.

The jokes are plentiful, and indeed incessant, in Reid’s debut play. Misery Loves Company is full of mischief, with sharp dialogue and short scenes, that keep it a buoyant experience. Director Mathew Lee imbues a bold spontaneity, for a show that feels as fresh as it is amusing, consistently enjoyable with its resolute focus on delivering laughter. The cast of ten is strong in general, with a respectable amount of emphasis on chemistry between performers, that ensure we can all be swept up in the effervescent tomfoolery.

Production design by Ruby Jenkins is commendable for its sense of accuracy in terms of portraying a precise time and place, and also for a visual vibrancy that contributes to the humour of the piece. Lights by Tyler Fitzpatrick are deployed with an impressive eye for detail, notable for their ability to manufacture subtle but meaningful shifts in mood. Clare Hennessy’s music demonstrates an impressive sophistication, as it evokes cultural specificity and a gently melancholic nostalgia, for a presentation that for some, relates to a cherished tradition. We come from all corners, but where we converge on this land, is often in the sheer absurdity of living through together, each and every mercurial day.

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Review: Switzerland (Ensemble Theatre)

Venue: Ensemble Theatre (Kirribilli NSW), 3 May – 8 Jun, 2024
Playwright: Joanna Murray-Smith
Director: Shaun Rennie
Cast: Laurence Boxhall, Toni Scanlan
Images by Brett Boardman

Theatre review
The famous author Patricia Highsmith is visited in the Swiss alps, by a junior member of her publisher’s office. Everybody it seems, wants another instalment of her Ripley novels, but Highsmith is making things very hard, including for herself. For all the bravado she displays, there is clearly a crisis of confidence underway. Young Edward however, is determined to have the new book completed, even if it means having to contend with the artist’s impossible insolence.

The wit in Joanna Murray-Smith’s Switzerland is remarkable, with an unrelenting acerbity that director Shaun Rennie uses to great effect, for a show that is as hilarious as it is thrilling. The humorous acrimony is established from curtains up, but a creeping sense of mortal danger develops decisively over the three acts, as the general tone turns indubitably darker. Fatalistic as it might be, Switzerland is also wonderfully poetic, in its rendering of the creative process, and of the nature of inspiration itself. Murray-Smith’s explorations into the meaning of art, for an artist like Highsmith, turns out to be deeply rewarding, for the rest of us who are unlikely to experience that level of accomplishment.

Actor Toni Scanlan brings extraordinary charm to the comical bitterness of Highsmith’s schtick. The character we encounter feels authentic, whilst being irresistibly theatrical, and we find ourselves incredulously mesmerised by that unremitting wickedness. Laurence Boxhall is fabulously nuanced as the stealthily talented Edward, offering endless layers beyond a sparkling American surface, convincing whether playing naïve or morbidly cynical. Chemistry between the two is electric, effortlessly sustained for 90 minutes of delicious storytelling.

Costumes by Kelsey Lee are appropriate in every way, never distracting and in a sufficiently vibrant palette to help us endear to both personalities. Set design by Veronique Benett is thoroughly elegant, for a home that absolutely befits Highsmith’s status and exacting standards. Benett’s lights, along with Kelly Ryall’s music, are unostentatious to begin with, but as the action turns noir, both rise to the occasion and deliver dramatic transformations to atmosphere that have us spellbound.

In Highsmith’s world, people are never who they seem to be. One may go so far, in Switzerland, to conclude that people rarely even know who they really are. We yearn to have firm grasps of our own identities – it makes our essential evanescence tolerable – but the whole truth of each person’s existence, seems eternally to be a mystery. What is real, is that we continue to seek pathways to understanding, and in that persistence, we can only hope that what we find, is not only glorious, but good.

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Review: Working Class Clown (Biennale of Sydney)

Venue: White Bay Power Station (Rozelle NSW), May 1 – 3, 2024
Writer/Performer: Tommy Misa
Performance Guide: Emma Maye Gibson
Images by Joseph Mayers

Theatre review
The show begins with Tommy Misa describing a bittersweet moment, soon after their father’s death. Misa’s one person show Working Class Clown can be considered a commemorative piece, although most of it seems to be autobiographical, or perhaps the lines are intentionally blurred, for when we are told these stories about parent and child. Much to our chagrin, we all turn into our mothers and fathers eventually, but thankfully only to a certain degree.

Misa is proud of the similarities in their personalities, and it is with a deep appreciation of what has been inherited, that they present a showcase emphasising the humour of the dearly departed, for a work about the process of mourning, that always moves us from dark to light. Misa’s charm as performer is undeniable, and in all of these 45 minutes, we feel secure in the palm of their hand.

The writing can however feel unfocussed and somewhat mundane. We want the storytelling to bear a greater poignancy, but it seems to shy away from a more conventional articulation of what is usually a sorrowful process. As director, Emma Maye Gibson smooths out the bumps, and renders a sense of cohesion, so that we are able to invest attentionally, if not emotionally.

A glorious costume by Nicol & Ford takes inspiration from clownery, but combines it with traditions of queerness and of proletarianism, for a marvellous and unexpected denim creation that gives meaningful elevation to this theatrical experience. Sounds by Jonny Seymour provide an etherealness that connects us to the spiritual qualities, of this exploration between the present realm and the thereafter.

The decisiveness of death means that we regard it with a distinct permanence, but it is also incomprehensible to our mortal minds, how our current transience is so minuscule in comparison to that perpetuity. We struggle to perceive a bigger picture that can satisfactorily encompass a reality that understands our living days to be only the tiniest of instances.  We always want what we currently are, to be the main thing, and in many cases, the only thing. Magical moments do occur however, when heaven seems to be right here, and we see the eternal taking place in the now. Those are unbearably fleeting, just as it is unbearable to be anything other than human.

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Review: Do You Mind? (Old Fitz Theatre)

Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW), Apr 23 – 27, 2024
Playwright: Shay Debney
Director: Julia Robertson
Cast: Shay Debney
Images by Julia Robertson

Theatre review
Shay Debney has lots of questions, but it is more likely that he is finding a way to communicate, than being genuinely inquisitive about so many different things. In his one-person show Do You Mind?, Debney demonstrates a burning desire to connect, so he keeps making queries in hopes of finding a way to bridge the gap. A lot of art is about that need for humans to see one another, and Debney’s show is certainly a worthwhile exploration of that relationship between seeing and being seen.

The concept is meaningful, but as a theatrical conceit it can make Do You Mind? feel somewhat hollow in the moment, as we wrestle with the glaring absence of a conventional narrative. Director Julia Robertson however ensures that the viewing experience is a rich one, with inexhaustibly surprising variations to the ways in which Debney’s simple text is delivered. Commensurately, lights by Ryan McDonald are in constant flux, with a notable warmth that keeps us from ever feeling alienated by the work’s abstract nature.

As performer, Debney is immensely endearing, and with his remarkable skills in physical expression, our attention is easily and enjoyably sustained. There is an irrepressibility to Debney’s presence as an artist. It may not be obvious what he wishes to say, but his need to create is evident. In Do You Mind? he exemplifies the artist at work, with trepidation but without restrictions. There is a freedom in his practice that reveals something about the expansiveness and the unorthodoxy of what we require of artists, and in our interaction with his work, that freedom proves inspiring.

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Review: Sparkling Darkly (Old Fitz Theatre)

Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW), Apr 17 – 27, 2024
Playwright: Nick Coyle
Director: Nick Coyle
Cast: Sandy Gore, Anna Houston, Ed Oxenbould, Andre de Vanny
Images by Phil Erbacher

Theatre review
Nick Coyle’s Sparkling Darkly features five short monologues in which public speaking takes an unsuspected turn. Providing contexts are a wedding reception, a retirement party, a courthouse, a funeral and a radio station, all places where a certain decorum is expected, but things are not quite what they seem, when seen through Coyle’s wild imagination.

Macabre humour is order of the day, whether exploring supernatural phenomena or simply venturing into the morbid recesses of human psychology. The five pieces all bear that same twisted flavour, even if their potency can feel inconsistent between each tale. As both playwright and director Coyle is able to introduce a distinct idiosyncrasy to the staging, along with an enjoyable playfulness that makes it a worthwhile 75 minutes at the theatre.

Performers are Sandy Gore, Anna Houston, Ed Oxenbould and Andre de Vanny, all of whom are captivating presences, able to showcase professional skill and inventiveness, for their respective take on a range of kooky characters. Production design by Kate Beere is cleverly conceived, with a simplicity that proves highly effective, in their suggestions of strange goings on. Lights by Alex Berlage are commensurately distilled, only making dramatic gestures when necessary, but certainly elegant for the entirety. Sounds by Zac Saric are gently stimulating, with just enough embellishment to keep us relevantly attentive.

Public speaking is not a common occurrence for most, and when one is required to attempt it, terrifying thoughts of faux pas and other embarrassing mishaps, are par for the course. We understand that to present the self in a certain way, although a non-negotiable requirement of polite society, is never a completely true iteration of how we feel on the inside. It is implied that what is denied, and to be deemed unacceptable, must be ugly or abominable. Some of those estimations are appropriate, but many of those judgements are just waiting to be dismantled.

www.oldfitztheatre.com.au | www.sugaryrumproductions.com

Review: Toy Symphony (Qtopia / Ad Astra Theatre Company)

Venue: Qtopia (Darlinghurst NSW), Apr 18 – 27, 2024
Playwright: Michael Gow
Director: Michelle Carey
Cast: Adam Dakin, Chantal Elyse, Felix Jarvis, Wendi Lanham, John Michael Narres, Bernadette Pryde, Sam Webb, Gregory J Wilken
Images by Bojan Bozic

Theatre review
Roland has lost his ability to write, which is a disaster for someone who relies on it to make a living. His art is of course, also the foundation of his self-esteem and the only thing that gives him a sense of purpose, so in a moment of desperation, he can only turn to professional help in the form of a psychologist, to hopefully work things out. In Michael Gow’s 2007 play Toy Symphony, we watch the therapeutical process unearth the protagonist’ past; not only his formative youth, but also his regrettable behaviour in more recent times. Roland is taught that to gain an understanding of all that has hurt him, along with the hurt he had inflicted on others, is key to being set free.

Hence a writer’s life story unfolds, commencing in 1966 suburbia where parochial values began imposing themselves, until the dawn of the new century, when he finds himself bursting at the seams, as though unable to contain decades of toxicity, that seems to have an ability to accumulate and exacerbate. There is a lot of detail in the personal reflections of Toy Symphony, and while not all of it is universal in resonance, the process of self-examination and rehabilitation, certainly is.

Lively direction by Michelle Carey keeps us invested in the storytelling, and although we perceive a sense of poignancy, it manifests somewhat inconsistently. Gregory J Wilken is extremely focused as leading man, with an unwavering commitment that makes the experience feel worthwhile and authentic. The ensemble cast is strong, admirable for the integrity they bring to a wide range of characters. Less effective are design and aesthetic aspects, in a production that can look and sound creatively deficient, or perhaps insufficiently imaginative in its manipulations of a tight performance space.

In Toy Symphony, we observe an interesting parallel between homophobia and the fear of imagination. Roland’s story is concerned with the suppressive and stifling tendencies of traditional Australia, that part of our culture that insists on conformity and that punishes those who rock the boat. It is insidious, so we often overlook its severity. Roland however demonstrates the devastation that results, from trying to survive in a place that tells our children, that their nature is wrong. Roland inherited their fear, and has turned it against others, as well as harming himself with the same. The play’s conclusion is tentative, and we can only hope that healing is possible and real.

www.qtopiasydney.com.au | www.adastracreativity.com

Review: The President (Sydney Theatre Company)

Venue: Roslyn Packer Theatre (Sydney NSW), Apr 13 – May 19, 2024
Playwright: Thomas Bernhard (translated by Gitta Honegger)
Director: Tom Creed
Cast: Danny Adcock, Helmut Bakaitis, Tony Cogin, Alan Dukes, Julie Forsyth, Olwen Fouéré, Kate Gilmore, Hugo Weaving
Images by Daniel Boud

Theatre review
The president and first lady of a small unnamed European country have no one to talk to, even though there is never a shortage of hangers-on. They both go on long, repetitive tirades, clearly having stopped listening a long time ago, to anything but their own voices. The nation is on high alert, with the escalating threat  of anarchic activity, but both the head of state and his wife, are preoccupied with their own laments that are patently irrelevant to anyone but themselves.

The four acts in Thomas Bernhard’s 1975 play The President feel very much like a series of monologues, although there is always more than one actor present. In a work that is ostensibly about megalomania, Bernhard’s dialogue never sounds like conversation, and what the characters do say, is unlikely to be of great interest to contemporary audiences. What results is something that does not consistently engage, but under the directorship of Tom Creed, the production is certainly curious, if not completely fascinating. Although this half-century-old piece may not bear obvious resonances for our immediate epochal concerns, The President is nonetheless creatively assembled, and ironically refreshing in its presentation of a theatrical style that seems contrary, to what is considered en vogue.

Its visual aesthetic however is very much on trend, with production design by Elizabeth Gadsby offering sumptuous imagery through sets and costumes depicting the rich and rarefied existence of the political elite. Lights by Sinead Mckenna and sound by Stefan Gregory are relatively minimal in approach, never superfluous with their artistic gestures, only delivering elegant solutions for this instance of cerebral satire.

The luminous Hugo Weaving plays the president, commanding and mesmerising, almost able to help us make sense of all the despotic rants and raves inflicted by his part. Weaving’s capacity to portray someone despicable, whilst keeping us thoroughly charmed, is nothing short of masterful. In the role of the first lady is Olwen Fouéré, whose immense energy sustains our attention, and whose talent for blending the surreal with the natural, makes for a fascinating study of a woman unravelling, almost having us overlook the misogyny in Bernhard’s legacy.

So much of politics have changed since the original staging of The President, but it seems that the need to regard the powerful with suspicion, is eternal. Power affords those who wield it, secrecy and inconsequence, so that they may abstain from accountability, and act with no consideration for morality. Humans are susceptible to corruptibility; anyone can imagine themselves accorded unchecked authority, and understand that to withstand temptation requires extraordinary, or perhaps impossible, integrity. This can only mean that our leaders must be kept under constant scrutiny, even when we do entrust them with all our greatest hopes.

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Review: For The Love Of Paper (KXT on Broadway)

Venue: KXT on Broadway (Ultimo NSW), Apr 5 – 20, 2024
Playwright: Almitra Mavalvala
Director:
Kersherka Sivakumaran
Cast: Antony Makhlouf, Almitra Mavalvala, Joseph Raboy
Images by LSH Media

Theatre review
Amaliah and Kaveh are thick as thieves, best of friends living together. When Amaliah comes to the end of her tether trying to apply for visas to stay in Australia, Kaveh decides to marry her, even though he is gay, and the two are in no way romantically involved. For the Love of Paper by Almitra Mavalvala explores the nature of friendship, in terms of its evolution as conditions change, and as power dynamics become unbalanced. It also looks at the experiences of immigrants in search of greener pastures, but who are always caught between cultures.

There is a lot of ground to cover in the play, and even though meaningful and well observed, For the Love of Paper is much too detailed in its depictions of reality-based events. While the narrative is compelling, it is often a predictable one that requires less exposition than is being given. There is excellent humour in the piece, but direction by Kersherka Sivakumaran tends to be overly severe. Nonetheless, the show bears a distinct sense of authenticity, that makes it a worthwhile experience.

Set design by Paris Bell offers a rendering of familiar domesticity, effective at facilitating physical activity, if slightly busy visually. Costumes by Rita Naidu help to convey personality types with accuracy and immediacy. Jasmin Borsovsky’s lights are intricately conceived, to provide impressive variation to imagery and mood. Music by Mavalvala and Andre Sauzier is thoroughly enjoyable, however sound design is in general deficient, often leaving atmosphere cooler than appropriate.

Mavalvala performs the role of Amaliah with commendable vigour, while Antony Makhlouf is notable for bringing excellent nuance as Kaveh. Both are charming presences, with a lovely chemistry that always feels believable and endearing. Joseph Raboy plays innumerable supporting characters, consistently reliable for the levity he introduces so effortlessly.

Amaliah and Kaveh are making new lives on foreign lands, and like immigrants everywhere going through a process of transplantation, they discover quandaries full of unanticipated challenges. The luckier ones may feel a superficial welcome, but rarely is there sufficient support to truly thrive. Many will have to grapple with being in positions of disadvantage. It is incumbent upon birds of a feather to flock together, in order that we may uplift each other, in spaces where we continue to be regarded as second class.

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Review: Black, Fat And F**gy (Old Fitz Theatre)

Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW), Apr 3 – 13, 2024
Creator: Milo Hartill
Cast: Milo Hartill
Images by Abraham de Souza

Theatre review
In her provocatively named Black, Fat and Fa**gy, Milo Hartill reflects on her twenty-three-year-old life, at the intersections of marginalisation that relate to all the identity markers, so vividly described in the title of her one-woman show. The presentation is a statement spawned from radical acceptance and defiant joy, of an individual overcoming obstacles of prejudice, and who has found success as a performer, influencer and model.

Hartill’s writing may not be the most inventive, but her skills and charisma for the stage are undeniable. Collaborator Robin Goldsworthy is credited as “head chef”, on hand to ensure that the star is never to be perceived as anything but delightful and scintillating. Music direction is provided by Lucy O’Brien whose piano accompaniment on songs from Sinatra to CupcakKe, imbues additional spiritedness to an already irrepressible force of nature. Also noteworthy are lights by Isobel Morrissey delivering unexpected atmospheric transformations that help us tune in, to every shifting nuance of what Hartill intends to convey.

Black, Fat and Fa**gy is about the indomitability of an artist who understands intimately and comprehensively, the nature of violence in all its forms. From the perspective of someone who embodies all that is antithetic of hegemonic power, Hartill demonstrates how a person may thrive in spite of forces that intend to be exhaustively annihilating. We are graciously spared having to delve too deeply into her spaces of trauma, but in the witnessing of all her celebratory assertions, it is clear what the darker dimensions of her, and by implication all of our, stories are.

www.oldfitztheatre.com.au | www.andrewhenrypresents.com

Review: Grease (Capitol Theatre)

Venue: Capitol Theatre (Sydney NSW), from Mar 24 – Jun 1, 2024
Book, Music & Lyrics: Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey
Director: Luke Joslin
Cast: Brianna Bishop, Cristina D’agostino, Tom Davis, Mackenzie Dunn, Keanu Gonzalez, Annelise Hall, Catty Hamilton, Marcia Hines, Jay Laga’aia, Patti Newton, Andy Seymour, Joseph Spanti, Caitlin Spears, Harry Targett
Images by Jeff Busby

Theatre review
It is more than 50 years, since the original premiere of the musical Grease, and even though its songs remain as delightful as ever, its story could not be more antiquated. Nonetheless, the show is a much-loved classic, and can always be considered ripe for reinvention. It is therefore disappointing that this new iteration under the direction of Luke Joslin, chooses to be faithful, in both stylistic and ideological terms, to the Grease of the 1970s. Through no fault of Sandy’s own, she is again required to go through an awkward, and completely inauthentic transformation, in order to attain happily ever after. 

Of course, the narrative was always absurd, which is probably why the musical genre feels appropriate for farcical stories of this nature. The current production however lacks a campness that could have ameliorated many of it deficiencies. There is a sterile quality to the presentation, also noticeable in music direction by Dave Skelton, which sounds frankly soulless, for a work famed for its humorous expressions of teenage rebellion.

There is no doubt that the cast works hard to bring ebullience, but comic timing proves not to be their strong suit. Singing and dancing are of a high standard though, with nostalgic choreography by Eric Giancola contributing much needed pizzazz. Annelise Hall and Joseph Spanti play the leads, both delivering commendable vocals, and are physically attractive as Sandy and Danny, although unable to compensate for the general shortage of charisma on this stage.

Set design by James Browne is ambitious, and even though not sufficiently refined, does manufacture a satisfying grandeur. Browne’s costumes add colour and a charming whimsy, and along with dynamic lights by Trudy Dunn, imagery is consistently captivating, for an otherwise lacklustre experience.

Sandy was always fine as she was. Furthermore, Danny had adored her whether she presented innocent or provocative. In 50s America though, they both had to acquiesce to standards of behaviour that were far too oppressive and invasive, unable to escape peer pressure of high school, which served as a microcosmic representation of the wider world. Things feel different now, but it is hard to be sure if changes are true and fundamental, or if it is only the way we talk that has altered.

www.greasemusical.com.au