Review: The Children’s Hour (Old Fitz Theatre)

Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW), Feb 14 – Mar 1, 2025
Playwright: Lillian Hellman
Director: Kim Hardwick
Cast: Sarah Ballantyne, Jess Bell, Amy Bloink, Mike Booth, Annie Byron, Kim Clifton, Romney Hamilton, Martelle Hammer, Miranda Huttley, Deborah Jones, Lara Kocsis, Madeline Kunstler, Kira McLennan
Images by Phil Erbacher

Theatre review
Mary is a terror of a child. She may be just twelve years of age, but her conniving ways are already causing chaos everywhere. When Mary starts a rumour about headmistresses Martha and Karen having a sexual relationship at their residential school, the consequences are devastating. The Children’s Hour is a 1934 play by American playwright Lillian Hellman, significant for its portrayals of queer women at a time when lesbians were rarely represented in the arts, and when homosexuality was severely stigmatised.

The text reflects the immense shame endured by queer people of the time, and although largely obsolete in its depictions, The Children’s Hour serves as a valuable and accurate record of the way things had been. Direction by Kim Hardwick brings truthfulness to the storytelling, so that we may bear witness to the cruelty that humans are capable of inflicting, especially upon the marginalised. Some scenes are more compelling than others, which suggests that a slightly abridged version could be more suited to contemporary tastes.

Set design by Emelia Simcox, along with scenic art by Russell Carey are evocative of the era being showcased. Hannah Yardley’s costumes too are appropriate in style, although not always well-fitted, and some pieces show visible signs of distress. Lights by Jimi Rawlings and sound by Michael Huxley offer unobtrusive enhancements to atmosphere, in a staging that scores points for integrity.

The role of the deceitful Mary is played captivatingly by Kim Clifton, who brings a delicious ferocity to the viciousness that propels the narrative. Jess Bell and Romney Hamilton demonstrate strong chemistry as Martha and Karen respectively, with Bell’s riveting intensity and Hamilton’s restraint, forming a surprising contrast.

In the current political moment, it seems that lies are the greatest driver for our destruction. No longer able to effectively discern truth from lies, or even right from wrong, we find ourselves in a constant state of frustrating bewilderment, unable to trust any information, and subsequently enfeebled with inaction. Queer history, however, proves that no matter how extreme the oppression, the warriors for justice will overcome.

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Review: Scarecrow (Blood Moon Theatre)

Venue: Blood Moon Theatre (Potts Point NSW), Sep 25 – 29, 2018
Playwright: Don Nigro
Directors: Deborah Jones, Naomi Livingstone
Cast: Gemma Scoble, Romney Stanton, Blake Wells
Image by Lauren Orrell

Theatre review
Cally and her mother Rose, live an isolated life in the cornfields, somewhere in North America. Having turned 18, Cally is experiencing a libidinal push that is making her wander from the house, into the nefarious grasp of a mysterious stranger. A scarecrow stands on the farmland, protecting its harvest and the two lonely women. In Don Nigro’s play Scarecrow, we are unsure if its mystical powers are doing good or harm, as we watch the women’s miserable lives unfold. Semblances of a family curse in the story give it a surprising complexity, as we observe the cyclical effects of trauma overwhelm the household’s two generations.

Romney Stanton is spectacular in the role of the deranged and very dramatic matriarch, using the character’s obsessive vigilance to deliver some deliciously operatic moments, full of flamboyant intensity. Stanton is mesmerising, wonderfully convincing as the mad rambling Rose. The vivacious young Cally is played by Gemma Scoble, whose portrayal of naive rebellion is memorably passionate, especially effective when called upon to demonstrate the unimaginable anguish of a teenager having to tolerate an invisible existence. Blake Wells is suitably seductive as the testosteroned stranger who instigates discord between the women, subtle but solid in his support of the leading ladies.

Directed by Deborah Jones and Naomi Livingstone, the production is elegantly assembled, for a no frills staging of a fascinating play. As we watch the women disintegrate, we question their circumstances and their capacity for agency within those circumstances. In Nigro’s narrative, fearful women channel their strength into cruelty. A cautionary tale perhaps, reminding us of the contradictory truth, that our strength, far from causing harm to other women, actually keeps us from self-destruction. Strong women know to lift each other up, because we know the forces determined to keep us down, are perennial, pervasive and persistent.

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