Review: Aurat Raj عورت راج औरत राज (25A Belvoir)

Venue: Belvoir St Theatre (Surry Hills NSW), May 2 – 19, 2024
Playwright: Pratha Nagpal
Director: Pratha Nagpal
Cast: Vinaya Elijala, Nikki Sekar, Anusha Thomas, Kirthihaa Veluppillai
Images by Phil Erbacher

Theatre review
Four women are hard at work. Their tasks appear menial and repetitive, but there is a level of dedication that cannot be denied, except for the youngest of the group. She questions the ritualistic practices, but being the factory’s only rebel, faces only repudiation and castigation. Pratha Nagpal’s wonderful Aurat Raj, named after a 1979 Pakistani feminist film, interrogates the meanings of labour and womanhood, within structures that rely on women yet keep us simultaneously subjugated. The absence of male characters further explores the ways in which we enforce instruments of control, on behalf of those who have little concern for our interests.

Aurat Raj might be considered a presentation in the form of physical theatre, but it is unequivocal that the splendid ensemble offers expressions far beyond western conceptions of dance. Vinaya Elijala, Nikki Sekar, Anusha Thomas and Kirthihaa Veluppillai bring a sentimental quality that relay the emotional and psychological complications, of being cogs in systems, whether or not we understand those systems to be functioning to our disadvantage. Movement direction by Sekar is full of grace, with a simplicity for the piece that ensures its symbolism resonates effectively.

Production design by Hailley Hunt introduces a sense of ethereal beauty to the production, along with lights by Tyler Fitzpatrick that deliver remarkable sensuality, to this portrait of woman as both heroic and tragic. Sounds and music by Christine Pan are exquisitely rendered, to offer something transcendental that connects us with the people on stage, and with the larger implications of their earnest, if slightly timid, storytelling.

We understand that the machine will exert punishment, when it detects disobedience. Some of us cannot help but adhere to its every whim and fancy, but there will always be a few who take a more risky approach, even if it means suffering ramifications. It is to those who are fearless and self-sacrificial that we owe gratitude, for it is their incremental efforts that has moved us progressively forward, as we await the next big revolution.

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Review: Tell Me On A Sunday (Hayes Theatre)

Venue: Hayes Theatre Co (Potts Point NSW), Apr 12 – May 5, 2024
Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Don Black
Director: Blazey Best
Cast: Erin Clare
Images by John McRae

Theatre review
There was a time, approximately half-a-century ago, when men would create shows about women who had no interest for anything else but love. They would dream up pretty young things who wanted nothing other than to find a man, presumably a specimen much like themselves. Andrew Lloyd Webber and Don Black’s 1979 creation Tell Me on a Sunday is a one-act song-cycle, that sees “the girl” wandering from England to New York and to Hollywood, just chasing candidates for marriage, presumably because for her to have any other purpose, would be terribly inconvenient. At just over an hour long, the pair clearly did not know much about the character they purport to represent, and although of brief duration, some might consider Lloyd Webber and Black’s show to be tiresome even before its halfway point.

In this 2024 iteration, direction by Blazey Best does accord “the girl” an attitude of gumption and vigour, she is certainly no shy retiring type, but it is nonetheless irksome to see her want nothing but to land a man. The songs are very much of that period, none of which are particularly catchy, although musical direction by David Gardos is notable for offering enjoyable nostalgia through his faithful renditions, of these compositions about missed opportunities.

Performer Erin Clare sings the score with precision and passion, and although motivated to bring a sense of integrity to the character she embodies, it is difficult to see her as anything but lost and excruciatingly misguided.  Costumes by Ruby Jenkins are flattering, if not always accurate with the era being depicted. Lights by Kelsey Lee deliver sumptuous imagery, along with a sense of time’s passage, as we see “the girl” wasting her best years, running from one failed romance to another.

Even the love obsessed, must contend with the existence of other things, if only for survival. It can be true that a person like “the girl” did exist, especially at a time when we were determined to indoctrinate that being wife and mother, was the ultimate virtue. How we talk about women though, needs to be much more generous in scope. Not all women have to be ambitious, powerful, wise, or resilient, but we do need to make stories be about our agency and autonomy. In stories at least, we need to be able to put ourselves at our own centres.

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Review: A Case For The Existence Of God (Seymour Centre)

Venue: Seymour Centre (Chippendale NSW), Apr 11 – May 4, 2024
Playwright: Samuel D. Hunter
Director: Craig Baldwin
Cast: Anthony Gooley, Elijah Williams
Images by Phil Erbacher

Theatre review
The two men in A Case for the Existence of God live in different worlds, but when Ryan engages Keith as mortgage broker, they become unexpected friends, and discover that they “share a specific kind of sadness”. Samuel D. Hunter’s play is a sensitive work, about the bond between men, and the tenderness that is rarely acknowledged , but that is crucial to the health and wellbeing of any modern male person. It is also a portrait of single fatherhood in contemporary USA, where like in many Western societies, the evolution of masculinity seems to be at a moment of reckoning.

This deeply reflective piece of writing is imbued commendable integrity, in a staging by director Craig Baldwin, whose depictions of the two individuals, and their burgeoning friendship, beams with authenticity. The tone of the production can feel somewhat unvarying, but the storytelling is nonetheless consistently engaging. With the captivating duo of Anthony Gooley and Elijah Williams performing as Ryan and Keith respectively, we are immediately endeared to both characters, and never let up on our investment in their connections. We may not always see enough contrasts or oppositions in their dynamic, but their generous symbiosis ensures our engagement in the piece.

Set design by Veronique Bennet conveys evocatively the claustrophobic nature of smalltown life, and of traditional masculinity, but lacks the versatility required to transport us to the assorted locations of the play. Bennet’s lights though are marvellously detailed, able to render precisely the appropriate temperament for each scene. Costumes by Jeremy Waters are fittingly stoic, for a presentation that deals with the often overlooked aspects of being male. Sounds by the aforementioned Baldwin offer simple solutions to relay the passage of time, in a show that is distinct for its sense of stillness.

In A Case for the Existence of God, we watch Ryan and Keith find value in the present, by always referring to the past and the future. Family history is key to their identity, which can seem an obvious statement, but in our increasingly individualistic modes of living, concepts of heritage and of legacy are rarely central in how we think and act, and they need our renewed attention. In the pursuit of personal joy and freedoms, one can easily find themself eventually completely unmoored. It is true that all is transient, but to view everything as impermanent, can be unbearable for humans that thrive almost exclusively on meaning. It can be argued that altruism is the solution for our disquiet, and family is the most convenient location for its practice.

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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: Sotoba Komachi 卒塔婆小町 (Old Fitz Theatre)

Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW), Apr 6 – 13, 2024
Playwright: Yukio Mishima 三島由紀夫
Director: Jeremi Campese
Cast: Jeremi Campese, Millie Hing, Jasper Lee-Lindsay, Susan Ling Young, Wern Mak, Rachel Seeto
Images by Karl Elbour

Theatre review
A poet meets a 99-year-old vagrant in a park, and philosophical discussions promptly ensue. The young man is by nature inquisitive, and the old woman knows a lot, by sheer virtue of experience. Sotoba Komachi 「卒塔婆小町」 by Yukio Mishima 三島由紀夫 is a 1952 adaptation of the 14th century Nō classic; characteristically surreal and lyrical, it explores themes of ageing and mortality, that in turn inspire thoughts about how we exist in the here and now.

Direction by Jeremi Campese demonstrates an appreciation for the macabre beauty inherent in the Japanese piece, but although intentions to honour the play’s illusory and phantasmal qualities are evident, the execution often feels excessively realistic. Sound design by Johnny Yang does however help to provide for the production, an atmosphere that is haunting and moderately evanescent. Chris Milburn’s lights are effective when dialling up the production’s theatricality. Rita Naidu’s set design is minimal but sufficiently evocative, and her costumes are well-considered, if slightly lacking in boldness.

Actor Susan Ling Young plays Komachi the elderly figure with a commendable emotional intensity, while Wern Mak takes on the role of the unnamed writer, with visible dedication. The aforementioned Campese joins as supporting cast, along with Millie Hing, Jasper Lee-Lindsay and Rachel Seeto, in a staging that is although stylistically deficient, shows no shortage of spirited commitment.

Times will change, but ghosts are constant and eternal. They represent the essence of who we are, and what we see them to possess, corresponds with the most fundamental of our values and beliefs. Intuitively we know that the ghosts have shed all that is gratuitous and meaningless. They remain as a manifestation of our very core, and every meditation on their nature, can only be a reflection on who we truly are, in the breathing moment.

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Review: Into The Shimmering World (Sydney Theatre Company)

Venue: Wharf 1 Sydney Theatre Company (Walsh Bay NSW), Apr 2 – May 19, 2024
Playwright: Angus Cerini
Director: Paige Rattray
Cast: Kerry Armstrong, Colin Friels, Renee Lim, James O’Connell, Bruce Spence
Images by Daniel Boud

Theatre review
Ray is older now, but the life of a humble farmer means a conventional retirement is never quite within reach. In addition to his ailing health, the persistent drought seems determined to only make things harder. His wife Flossy, along with their sons, are however reliable sources of emotional support, and in Angus Cerini’s Into the Shimmering World, we see Ray’s last years becoming increasingly meaningful, even if the struggles never subside.

It seems a simple existence that Cerini’s play depicts, but it speaks profoundly from a space of thorough authenticity. There are no frills to Ray and Flossy’s days in the bush, so our explorations can only be about the essential and important qualities, of what makes a life worth living. Direction by Paige Rattray insists we pay attention to the minutiae, so that we come to an understanding, that it is in the details, that we can discover something truly significant, or even eternal, within fleeting moments that usually feel inconsequential. Into the Shimmering World takes us away from so much that is time-wasting and petty, and for 90 minutes, provides an opportunity to meditate on that which is real and noble.

That virtuousness pertaining to notions of simplicity, is reflected in a production design by David Fleischer, that functions purely to facilitate storytelling. There is nothing extraneous in Ray’s life, so there is nothing frivolous to be found in the set and costumes. Lights by Nick Schlieper do however manufacture instances of theatrical elevation, most notably during scenes that venture into the metaphysical. Music and sound by Clemence Williams are crucial in helping calibrate our temperament, in a show that is full of constant, but subtle, shifts in tone.

It is a deceptively quiet presentation, memorable for its stillness, but always with a submerged rumbling, that feels very much like the unabating sensation of human upheaval. Actor Colin Friels embodies that contained drama, in a portrayal of Ray that is remarkable for its integrity and hence, believability. Like most Australian men of his generation, Ray is not one for words, but Friels does excellently at conveying the textures of turmoil, that are so crucial to our appreciation of the work. Kerry Armstrong plays Flossy with warmth and tenderness, so that we may approach the tale with sensitivity. Other members of cast include Renee Lim, James O’Connell and Bruce Spence, all of whom bring thoughtfulness that help deliver valuable insights inherent in Cerini’s writing.

Legacy is not about vanity, but responsibility. We can deliberate endlessly about the meaning of life, but a commitment to leaving the world a better place than how one had found it, is the key to existential fulfilment.

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Review: Mercury Poisoning (KXT on Broadway)

Venue: KXT on Broadway (Ultimo NSW), Mar 15 – 30, 2024
Playwright: Madeleine Stedman
Director:
Kim Hardwick
Cast: Violette Ayad, Shaw Cameron, Anna Clark, Melissa Jones, Shawnee Jones, Nikita Khromykh, , Tinashe Mangwana, Teodora Matovic, Brendan Miles, Jack Richardson, Charlotte Salusinszky, Sarah Jane Starr
Images by Clare Hawley

Theatre review
Madeleine Stedman’s Mercury Poisoning involves three women in the 1960s, inspired by true stories about their respective relationships with space travel. These lives never cross paths, but they are in some ways parallel, not only in aeronautical terms, but also with their fights against structural sexism, which proves a defining force. While well-conceived, more effort could be made for the narratives in Mercury Poisoning to intertwine, instead of having them completely segregated.

Direction by Kim Hardwick attempts to make up for that lack in coherence between the different threads, with creative use of visual compositions. There is a sincerity in her presentation that helps with our logical engagement with the piece, but a persistent coolness in temperament prevents us from investing sufficiently into the emotions being explored.

Set design by Meg Anderson and lights by Jimi Rawlings are effective in evoking outer space, but the imagery being produced is too relentlessly dark, which makes it a struggle for the production to lift in energy, especially noticeable in comedic scenes. Sound design by Rowan Yeomans and Jay Rae is however very strong, bringing to the storytelling, an enjoyable sense of theatricality.

Actors Violette Ayad, Shawnee Jones and Teodora Matovic play the main roles, all able to convey authenticity and vulnerability for these discussions about challenges faced by women at the workplace. A big roster of supporting cast members bring variety to the experience, admirable for the frequent rotation of characters they bring to the stage.

In Mercury Poisoning we see the ways in which power manifests, and how so much of our resources is  organised around concepts of deprivation. The three women are deterred from attaining what so many of their white male counterparts have achieved. Through their stories, we observe how a certain caste of society is determined to keep privileges to themselves, convinced that there is not enough for everyone. It is clear they know, that what makes them feel special about their own lives, can only come from the dispossession of others.

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Review: Holding The Man (Belvoir St Theatre)

Venue: Belvoir St Theatre (Surry Hills NSW), Mar 9 – Apr 14, 2024
Playwright: Tommy Murphy (from the book by Timothy Conigrave)
Director: Eamon Flack
Cast: Danny Ball, Tom Conroy, Russell Dykstra, Rebecca Massey, Shannen Alyce Quan, Guy Simon
Images by Brett Boardman

Theatre review
Timothy Conigrave’s 1995 memoir Holding the Man remains one of the most important Australian books in the queer canon. It details Conigrave’s love story with his high school sweetheart John Caleo, and their struggles with AIDS, at a time when infection by the HIV virus meant all but a death sentence. Playwright Tommy Murphy’s stage adaptation first appeared in 2006, reformatting the writing for Conigrave’s other love, the theatre, and bringing it to a wider audience.

This update of Murphy’s play, comes at a time when HIV no longer poses a threat to our lives, as it had done those decades before. Director Eamon Flack is keenly aware of this transformation in climate, presenting a show that understands our renewed relationship with the AIDS crisis, and the psychological distance we currently require, as we try to heal and move on, from the devastating period of queer history, that figures so centrally in Holding the Man.

Flack’s portrayals of nostalgia are mercifully light-hearted, allowing us to regard the recent tragic past from a new vantage point; reminding us that that was then, and we now need to learn to sit with that trauma in a more objective manner. The romance between Tim and John, released from that previously foreboding darkness, becomes sweeter, less grief-stricken. Flack facilitates a perception of the couple’s early years together as joyful and winsome, celebrating the fact that these two gay men had found love at a time when homophobia was rampant and severe.

Tim is played by actor Tom Conroy, whose compelling vulnerability endears us to the lead role, making us invest unreservedly and effortlessly in this iteration of Holding the Man. There is a tender innocence in Conroy’s passionate work, ensuring we remember that not a single person deserved the suffering brought on by the epidemic, and certainly that gayness deserves no punishment, especially at a time when queers were persistently villainised and scapegoated.

Danny Ball is captivating as John, commendable for bringing a stillness to his depictions, inviting us to connect with an authenticity that exists so resolutely at the core of this production. There is an abundance of enjoyable theatricality surrounding Ball’s performance, but it is his commitment to a deeper honesty, that gives this event its soul. The supporting cast comprises Russell Dykstra, Rebecca Massey, Shannen Alyce Quan and Guy Simon, who bring great warmth and exuberance, along with remarkable creativity, to every thoroughly considered scene.

Set design by Stephen Curtis introduces visual motifs emblematic of seventies and eighties Australia, with a homely theatre-in-the-round configuration that emphasises the communal aspect of an experience many of us had gone through together. Costumes by Mel Page are similarly evocative of the period, with the addition of eccentric touches that liven up the vista. Phoebe Pilcher’s lights are meticulously calibrated, successfully guiding us through the innumerable spaces we visit, in both physical and psychic terms. Music and sound by Alyx Dennison are boldly rendered to accompany the big emotions involved, memorable for helping to deliver many of the show’s stirring moments. It is worth nothing however that the lack of microphones is on occasion a detraction, for a play that we have fallen for, and want to hear every word of.

Things have changed so much since the days of Tim and John, but one thing that remains true, is that queer people will be left behind, if we ever abate from insisting on our inclusion. The AIDS crisis revealed that our solidarity, and our ability to organise, are how we can overcome marginalisation. We can find spaces that deliver justice and equality, but they will never come without a fight.

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Review: Frame Narrative (Old Fitz Theatre)

Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW), Mar 8 – 30, 2024
Playwright: Emily Sheehan
Director: Lucy Clements
Cast: Madeline Li, Megan O’Connell, Jennifer Rani, Charles Upton, Emma Wright
Images by Phil Erbacher and HollyMae Steane Price

Theatre review
Movie star Angelica is making a comeback, after taking time off to raise her child. Filming however, is not going at all smoothly, with constant personality clashes on set making the project a painful ordeal. In Emily Sheehan’s Frame Narrative, people get in the way of art; whether a result of self-sabotage or  interpersonal discord, we see artists unable to focus on the real matter at hand, forever transferring their energies away onto the wrong drama.

Often very funny, and with a clever plot structure, Sheehan’s play delights with its constant supply of surprises. Its moralistic ambiguities however, resists our emotional investment in its characters, who we always distrust. Direction by Lucy Clements does not attempt to hide the deficiencies inherent in these humans, portraying them truthfully as flawed beings. Her show bears an enjoyable theatricality, fuelled by the text’s explorations of artistic form, along with an investigation into the nature of reality.

An ambitious set design by Soham Apte helps us imagine a place much like Hollywood, where artifice reigns supreme. Costumes by Rita Naidu provides definition to personality types, but requires finessing to better represent the extraordinary wealth of this cohort. Spencer Herd’s lights are intricately conceived, to convey the many different spaces, both physical and conceptual, that we traverse in Frame Narrative. Sound design by Sam Cheng is rendered with a quiet sophistication, surreptitious but highly effective in its calibrations of atmosphere and temperaments.

Actor Megan O’Connell brings vigour and integrity to the complex role of Angelica. Charles Upton too is unwavering in his commitment to playing Hendrick, completely believable whether being decent or despicable. Madeline Li introduces great tension to the experience, through her embrace of Elsa’s precarious unpredictability. Jennifer Rani’s intensity as Margot demands our attentiveness, and Emma Wright’s vulnerability as an unnamed writer, attunes us to a sense of depth for the play, at its closing scenes.

Human destructiveness usually looks like a force that exerts outwards, but its reverberations always seem to come back around. In Frame Narrative, colleagues inflict toxicity at one another, never noticing the harm that inevitably descends upon the work they try so hard to create. We all have unhealthy impulses, but how we choose to act on them, is what truly matters.

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Review: The Ghost Writer (Flight Path Theatre)

Venue: Flight Path Theatre (Marrickville NSW), Mar 6 – 16, 2024
Playwright: Ross Mueller
Director: Jane Angharad
Cast: Emma Dalton, Mel Day, Mark Langham, Shan-Ree Tan
Images by Braiden Toko

Theatre review
A child has been murdered, and her mother, who happens to be illiterate, is selling the story. Complications arise not only because Claudia the ghost writer turns out to be the publisher’s daughter, she is also sleeping with a prosecutor embroiled in the case. There is no shortage of conflict and tension in Ross Mueller’s The Ghost Writer, in fact there are possibly a few too many convolutions in the 2008 play. Directed by Jane Angharad, the production never really finds a focus, and it becomes a struggle trying to elicit meaningful emotional investment, for what should be a gravely stirring experience.

The cast of four is however commendable for their unequivocal commitment; Emma Dalton, Mel Day, Mark Langham and Shan-Ree Tan demonstrate admirable dedication to the craft of performance, in roles that are full of depth and complexity. Set design by James Smithers is sharp and elegant, memorable for introducing a sense of drama to the piece. Lights by Travis Kecek are appropriately stark, if slightly too cold and alienating, with a notable lack of sound and music in the production, that further exacerbates our disconnection from all that is happening on stage.

We should feel deeply concerned about little Megan who has died tragically in The Ghost Writer, as we should every atrocity being reported, from every corner of the planet. It is however, quite human to respond with apathy, when all we know is helplessness, in the face of so much that is indomitable and daunting. It is unreasonable to expect boundless sadness, that we should be able to feel adequately for every disaster. What is reasonable however, is that each person insists on right from wrong, and holds firm on resisting transgressions, even when emotions are utterly depleted.

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