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Review: August: Osage County (Belvoir St Theatre)

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Venue: Belvoir St Theatre (Surry Hills NSW), Nov 9 – Dec 22, 2024
Playwright: Tracy Letts
Director: Eamon Flack
Cast: Tamsin Carroll, Bee Cruse, John Howard, Bert LaBonté, Amy Mathews, Johnny Nasser, Rohan Nichol, Will O’Mahony, Pamela Rabe, Anna Samson, Greg Stone, Helen Thomson, Esther Williams
Images by Brett Boardman

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After hiring Johnna as caretaker, Beverly vanishes, leaving his wife Violet and their three daughters in a state of chaos. August: Osage County by Tracy Letts takes the form of a family drama, with outrageous dialogue and plot points delivering both excitement and hilarity. It is a work of theatre that not only indulges our sentimentality with its extravagant storytelling but also prompts contemplation on the origins of our modern discontents.

There is an aggression that feels intrinsic to the Weston household, rendered with confident surety by director Eamon Flack. Flack’s thoughtful juxtapositions of Johnna’s indigeneity against the Weston family’s whiteness, elicits persuasive deductions relating to colonisation, and the legacy of violence that forms the very foundation of Western civilisations. Furthermore there is a sense of being unmoored, at the centre of their very existence, that the Westons struggle with. Unlike Johnna who exemplifies a certain serenity in the midst of relentless upheaval, the Westons can never arrive at peace. Even as Violet fervently reaches for words to express multitudes of truths, or when her daughters try endlessly to settle in romance, their bitterness refuses to be assuaged. It is a generational curse that plays out in August: Osage County, an inheritance from the forefathers of yore.

Delectable performances from the 13-strong cast keep our intellect and our emotions firing on all cylinders. Pamela Rabe’s wild manifestations of Violet as an unhinged addict sets us agog, having us intrigued with the endless pit of toxicity that a person can contain. Tamsin Carroll brings marvellous complexity to Barbara’s narrative of interminable desperation, along with splendid timing that provokes both thought and laughter. Johnna is played by Bee Cruse, whose silent but strong presence speaks volumes for the entire duration, using elegant restraint as a philosophical instrument in this deep examination of existential angst. 

Set design by Bob Cousins evokes dilapidation, in relation to the family and to the nation in question. Costumes by Ella Butler represent effectively the middle class, if slightly austere in tone. Lights by Morgan Moroney are similarly unassuming, but are certainly encouraging of our attentiveness, for a plot that can travel in surprising directions. Music by Rachael Dease is subtle and sparse, but commendable for its perfect encapsulation of the tragic melancholy that undergirds all the action.

Talking psychology for individual characters in August: Osage County can only go so far. A meaningful diagnosis of their disorders must include much wider contexts than what transpires within the Weston household. Contemporary paradigms have a strong tendency to explain experiences in terms of personal pathologies, but a substantial part of how we understand our worlds, need a much greater appreciation of that which has been handed down, and that affects more than our immediate kin.

www.belvoir.com.au

Review: Sweat (Sydney Theatre Company)

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Venue: Wharf 1 Sydney Theatre Company (Walsh Bay NSW), 11 Nov – 22 Dec, 2024
Playwright: Lynn Nottage
Director: Zindzi Okenyo
Cast: Gabriel Alvarado, Paula Arundell, Yure Covich, James Fraser, Deborah Galanos, Markus Hamilton, Tinashe Mangwana, Lisa McCune
Images by Prudence Upton

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The story takes place in Pennsylvania at the turn of the century, when its economy is experiencing a severe downturn. A steel factory that has employed several generations of residents in the town of Reading, is laying off workers in large numbers, causing great unrest among the populace. Lynn Nottage’s Sweat looks at the disconnect between lives of workers and decisions of resource owners. It examines the phenomenon of humans being regarded as nothing more than means of production, and how our day-to-day suffers as a result.

A strong cast of eight takes on the responsibility of storytelling, and their commitment to advocating for the underclass is evident in the level of focus each player brings to the piece. As a collective though, the ensemble never really finds an effective chemistry and their show, although believable, does not bear an authentic immediacy required to earn our instinctual empathy. Direction by Zindzi Okenyo demonstrates no shortage of earnestness, and we invest intellectually as a response, but how we feel for the situations being discussed, never really turns impassioned. 

Jeremy Allen’s set design is aesthetically pleasing but its spaciousness conveys a corresponding emptiness that seems to struggle at harnessing dramatic intensity. Lights by Verity Hampson are often excessively languid in tone, although its realism does help us gain an appreciation for the environment being explored. Music by Brendon Boney delivers an appropriate nostalgia in this flash back to the year 2000, even if it does little to rouse our sentiments.

In all the trauma and hardship of Sweat, we can deduce that income inequality renders a powerlessness, both perceived and real, amongst those we might call the proletariat. Characters in the play turn on one another, instead of fighting the real enemy at the top. An incapacitation occurs that dissuades the disadvantaged from confronting those that can improve conditions, shifting attention to scapegoats, often at the encouragement of those who shirk their social and moral duty. It is understandable that those at the bottom should adhere to the language and mechanisms of power, but finding alternatives seems to be the only way we can hope to help ourselves.

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Review: Jesus Christ Superstar (Capitol Theatre)

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Venue: Capitol Theatre (Sydney NSW), from Nov 6, 2024 – Jan 26, 2025
Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Tim Rice
Director: Timothy Sheader
Cast: Elliott Baker, Mahalia Barnes, Reuben Kaye, Javon King, Peter Murphy, John O’Hara, Michael Paynter
Images by Jeff Busby

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Originally an album of songs about the Passion, and one of the first rock operas to be written, Jesus Christ Superstar by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice has travelled a long way from its conception in 1970. What had been deemed irreligious and controversial, has become unremarkable, due mainly to the steady rise of secularism over the decades. 

The performative intensity and drama of God’s only son being killed by crucifixion, seems almost quaint in today’s climate. This iteration fuses the musical and concert formats, for a compact showcase of Lloyd Webber and Rice’s songs, as directed by Timothy Sheader, whose rendition feels entirely faithful to the work’s initial spirit. There may be nothing surprising about the production, but the lustre of its song writing seems to have persisted, especially with extraordinary musical direction by Laura Tipoki imbuing a timeless soul edge, that connects wonderfully our contemporary sensibilities to these half-century old tunes.

Performer Michael Paynter’s vocals prove a sensation for the role of Jesus, but it is Javon King as Judas who leaves the best impression, with both acting and singing abilities being a source of constant astonishment. Mahalia Barnes and Peter Murphy sing perfectly their respective parts for Mary and Pilate, but characterisations are lacking. Reuben Kaye appears as Herod for a single number, introducing a moment of camp that is certainly a highlight.

Aside from Herod’s costume which is unequivocally spectacular, production design by Tom Scutt is somewhat underwhelming, with a setting that creates awkwardly inconvenient divisions of space for the ensemble. Choreography by Drew McOnie too is often inelegant and overzealous, in a show we learn to be one that sounds much better than it looks. There is perhaps a satisfaction in discovering that the songs of Jesus Christ Superstar have, by and large, stood the test of time, but it is unclear whether any staging could live up to the power of its heyday.

www.jesuschristsuperstarmusical.com.au

Review: The Inheritance (Seymour Centre)

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Venue: Seymour Centre, Reginald Theatre (Chippendale NSW), Nov 7 – Dec 8, 2024
Playwright: Matthew López (inspired by the novel Howards End by E.M. Forster)
Director: Shane Anthony
Cast: John Adam, Simon Burke, Vanessa Downing, Teale Howie, Ryan Panizza, Tom Rodgers, Zoran Jevtic, Quinton Rofail Rich, Matthew McDonald, Elijah Williams, Jack Mitsch, Bayley Prendergast, Jack Richardson
Images by Phil Erbacher

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Walter has bequeathed his house in upstate New York, to Eric. They had been neighbours in Manhattan who had connected on a deep level, with both being of a similar giving nature, and both in relationships with troubled men. The Inheritance by Matthew López talks about the legacy that exists between generations of gay men, and the struggles that bind them. In part a tribute to E.M. Forster and his novel Howards End, López’s creation is a grand, sprawling tale with ambitions to encapsulate the experiences of gay men as individuals and as collectives. It has a tendency to veer into didacticism, but its characters and narratives are gripping, with an abundance of brilliantly crafted humour and pathos to have us invested, for its lengthy duration of over six hours.

Striking a fine balance between earnestness and levity, direction by Shane Anthony is as enjoyable as it is provocative, always able to have us intellectually stimulated, even as it lulls us into its underscoring romanticism. Replete with passion, The Inheritance bears a seductive power that never lets up, persistent with its need to say something important, about community and about humanity, to an audience that may be queer or straight, liberal or conservative.

Actor Teale Howie is deeply affecting with his restrained but nonetheless deliberative interpretation of Eric, wonderful at establishing a soulful centre for the structurally complex storytelling that we find ourselves relishing in. Toby is Eric’s prideful boyfriend, played by Ryan Panizza with persuasive vulnerability, and with irresistible charm, to earn our sympathetic understanding of the damage that has come to define his personality.

Simon Burke takes on dual roles, compelling as both Walter and E.M. Forster, offering sensitive representations of gay elders, past and present. Walter’s longtime companion Henry is depicted by an intense John Adam, who brings scintillating drama with every appearance. Also noteworthy is Tom Rodgers, whose fragile presence as younger characters Adam and Leo demands that we regard The Inheritance with an open heart, reminding us that life is delicate, and that some may require more care than others, even if the brutality of homophobia may appear indiscriminate. The show can occasionally feel slightly under-rehearsed, but the ensemble impresses with a wonderful sincerity and tenderness, completely believable with all that they wish to impart.

It is a stylish production, with elegant set design by Kate Beere making effective demarcations of space that convince us of the story’s many locations with minimal fuss. Its beauty is enhanced by Alex Berlage’s exquisite lights, rigorous in their explorations of atmosphere, as they deliver calibrations of hue and luminosity that delight at every turn. Costumes by Tim Chappell may not be consistently flattering, but they certainly demonstrate a distinct aesthetic that reflects clarity of perspective. Music by Damien Lane, along with sounds by Jessica Pizzinga, are sensitively rendered, and deeply enchanting, although greater finesse is required for their implementation.

The staging may have its imperfections, but the way it touches the spirit, is quite extraordinary. Henry cannot bear the painful past, and has cultivated a mechanism of only looking ahead, and pretends that history can be discarded, along with all the hurt that he wishes to leave behind. He represents a kind of survival that seems not to be truly fulfilling, as we see a certain contradiction and betrayal, as he goes against his nature, in order to attain something idealistic, rather than something honest. Gay men need to know their histories, so that they can remember to value their advancements, and in turn be able to elevate the positions of those who are still left behind.

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Review: Sunday (Sydney Theatre Company/Melbourne Theatre Company)

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Venue: Sydney Opera House (Sydney NSW), Nov 28 – Dec 7, 2024
Playwright: Anthony Weigh
Director: Sarah Goodes
Cast: Matt Day, Jude Hyland, Ratidzo Mambo, James O’Connell, Nikki Shiels
Images by Prudence Upton

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It was the 1930s and Sunday Reed wore trousers. Obviously unafraid of controversy, she had courted a life of affluent bohemia, at a time when being a patron of the arts did not preclude one from more unconventional or perhaps, scandalous pursuits. No doubt her ménage à trois with husband John Reed and now legendary painter Sidney Nolan would have raised more than a few eyebrows, the Reeds were nonetheless celebrated for supporting the careers of prominent artists through their establishment of the Heide Circle.

Anthony Weigh’s Sunday offers a glimpse into the heady days of our heroine’s life as philanthropist and muse, paying particular attention to the years during which Nolan had played a significant part. Weigh’s writing is passionate and incisive, for a sprawling tale spanning more than two decades. Sections venture into the granularity of art philosophy that may not appeal to wider audiences, but Sunday‘s explorations of an unorthodox romance is certainly fascinating.

Directed by Sarah Goodes, the staging is a spirited showcase of a woman’s experience of privilege and autonomy, at a time when gender roles remained strictly prescribed. It is in many ways an inspiring portrait, not only of the daring choices made by a woman, but also of the tacit acceptance of her radical approach to life, by the men around her. Sunday Reed is presented as brilliant, but also flawed, which somewhat perversely makes her story all the more intriguing.

Nikki Shiels is our marvellous leading lady, authoritative and robust in her depictions of a complex personality, rigorously persuasive with all that she manifests. Highly dramatic but also irreproachably detailed, it is a performance that is as provocative as it is captivating, demanding both our focus and intellect. Matt Day brings relentless charm to the part of John Reed, memorable for a lightness of touch that conveys a great deal of sophistication, in a play that communicates with gratifying maturity. In the role of Sidney Nolan is James O’Connell, whose journey from naivety to self-assuredness is charted with evident diligence alongside an admirable grace. Jude Hyland and Ratidzo Mambo as Sweeney Reed and Joy Hester respectively, surprise with the gravity they introduce, notwithstanding the brevity of their appearances.

Set design by Anna Cordingley is appropriately painterly with the textures it incorporates, and paired with lights by Paul Jackson, there is an unmistakeable delicacy to the beauty being harnessed, for a tale that often talks about aesthetics as a central value defining our ways of being. Impressively detailed costumes by Harriet Oxley transports us in time and in sensibility, to invite contemplation on our recent history, especially in terms of class and gender. Sublime work by composer Jethro Woodward includes unforgettable moments in the most exquisite of jazz forms, as well as some truly entrancing sound effects that get us completely invested in all the delicious tumult of Sunday.

The wealthy will always have inordinate influence on the architecture of our collective lives. The Reeds were a dominant force in our artistic landscape in a modern and colonised Australia, not only making decisions about who to foreground, but also on what the agenda looks like. Along with the ability to circumvent societal norms, it is that insidious impact on others, that defines power. One imagines that rich white women can do anything, and Sunday Reed certainly dared to reach for the stars.

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Review: Penpals (Qtopia)

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Venue: Qtopia (Darlinghurst NSW), Oct 23 – Nov 9, 2024
Book, Music & Lyrics: Megan Robinson
Director: Sarah Campbell
Cast: Danielle Lorzano, Rhiannon Lidbury, Damien Noyce, Megan Robinson, Danika Rojas, Toby Rowe, Nikolas Zielinski 
Images by Jessie Jay

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The story involves 2 high school girls falling in love, after writing to each other between Perth and Sydney. It was 1997, and letters were on their last legs. In the musical Penpals by Megan Robinson, we can clearly see that those were more romantic times, although certainly undeniable is that homophobia was significantly harsher. Robinson’s songs are excellent, but the many scenes in between musical numbers are written with less flair. The plot is thoughtfully assembled, even if it can often feel excessively detailed.

Robinson’s vocals are very strong, in the role of Callie. Singing by Danika Rojas for Pearce too, is beautiful. Acting however, is very intemperate across the board, by all members of the seven-person cast. Direction by Sarah Campbell requires a more subtle approach, in order that the audience may invest more authentically and tenderly into the love story. Musical direction by Hazel Alexander does well to convey the emotional qualities of Penpals, and with greater access to resources, there is no doubt that the songs can be presented in a much more affecting manner.

It is wonderful to see young artists paying tribute to a previous generation of queer people. There is a danger in former struggles becoming forgotten, not only because the young need a way to value their freedoms today, but also because nefarious forces are always poised to attack, when given the opportunity. We cannot let our guards down, when we know that the conservatives are constantly looking for new scapegoats to serve their agenda. Queer people remain an easy target, and our vigilance is imperative, to keep them fearful of our might.

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Review: Hedda Gabler (KXT on Broadway)

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Venue: KXT on Broadway (Ultimo NSW), Oct 18 – Nov 2, 2024
Playwright: Anthony Skuse (after Henrik Ibsen)
Director: Anthony Skuse
Cast: Jane Angharad, Jack Angwin, Suzann James, Christie Mae, Ella Prince, James Smithers, Christopher Tomkinson
Images by Braiden Toko

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Hedda did not have many options in life, being a woman in the 19th century. She went with the most sensible route and chose the best candidate for a successful married life, but found only bitter resentment. Henrik Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler exposes what it is often like, for women who obey the rules in patriarchal systems that offer little more than illusory promises.

This short and sharp adaptation by Anthony Skuse goes straight to the point of Hedda’s discontent. Indeed, there is no real need to explain her exasperation, in a world we know that is determined to prevent women from attaining true fulfilment. Skuse’s succinct dialogue delivers a condensed experience of Hedda Gabler, one that retains entirely the moral of the story. There is an inevitable reduction in tension leading up to the dramatic climax, but there is a newfound velocity to this iteration of the 1891 story that proves invigorating.

Set design by James Smithers delivers clean lines for a simplified representation of Hedda’s home. Max Shaw’s costumes help depict with accuracy, the social status and relevant epoch being explored. Travis Kecek’s lights are uncomplicated, but effective in guiding us through shifts in temperament. Live music by Christie Mae on the piano, render scene transitions with fluidity and reflectiveness.

Actor Ella Prince takes on the lead role with blistering intensity if slightly lacking in subtlety, for moments when allusions are more than sufficient in drawing us into Hedda’s troubled mind. Jack Angwin and Christopher Tomkinson bring wonderful richness to their portrayals of auxiliary men in Hedda’s life, both performers offering marvellous intrigue and a palpable sense of danger to the narrative.

No single person in Hedda’s orbit can be held liable for her demise. We understand that it is the grander scheme of things, that drives her to destruction. No one is individually responsible, yet we are all culpable, in upholding systems that fail the majority. Hedda’s material withdrawal from adversity can be considered futile, especially in karmic terms; a person’s body may leave this realm, but their presence is never really dissolved. Whether we believe that one returns in cycles, or we simply look at prevailing structures that are relentless in regulating lives over generations, it is clear that retreating from the struggle is ineffectual. It is in the commitment to finding solutions, that we can hope to approach something like exaltation.

www.kingsxtheatre.com | www.secrethouse.com.au

Review: Yentl (Sydney Opera House)

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Venue: Sydney Opera House (Sydney NSW), Oct 17 – Nov 10, 2024
Playwrights: Gary Abrahams, Elise Hearst, Galit Klas (based on a short story by Isaac Bashevis Singer)
Director: Gary Abrahams
Cast: Amy Hack, Nicholas Jaquinot, Genevieve Kingsford, Evelyn Krape
Images by Jeff Busby

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Regarded female, the young adult in Isaac Bashevis Singer’s 1962 short story has to don disguise as male, in order to obtain a formal Jewish education. It was early 20th-century Poland in Yentl the Yeshiva Boy, when the rigidity of gender roles was even more pronounced than they are today. The dominance of religion had meant that many were not able to live their true selves, but adhere instead to strict prescriptions of teachings and texts, that were too often concerned with the constraint of people.

In this 2024 stage adaptation of Yentl, the central character’s zeal to abandon their old garments in exchange for those of the opposite gender, is clearly seen to be more than a matter of access. Not only are Yentl’s desires about enlightenment, they are in fact about an actualisation of identity. Yentl takes the big step of taking public, their previously secret dressing up in their father’s clothing. This appropriation of gender represents for Yentl an opportunity to penetrate an oppressive system, as well as to assume an identity closer to their natural essence.

In 2024, the proliferation of terminology like genderqueer, nonbinary and transness, along with a greater understand of their accompanying definitions and perspectives, means that we see Yentl in a new and clearer light. Of course, they had known themselves for decades, but it may be that we are only now catching up, and it is to the credit of playwrights Gary Abrahams, Elise Hearst and Galit Klas, and their rigorous work, that we can have this restored and truer knowledge of who Yentl was.

Directed by Abrahams, this mesmerising update delivers for its audience, delicious intellectual engagement, along with fabulous entertainment. It is as amusing as it is informative, with an admirable sophistication in both style and thought, that makes Yentl an exceptional work of theatre.

Charming production design by Dann Barber carves out a time and place that looks to be specific and accurate, with manipulations of depth that help us imagine the various locations in which the story resides. Rachel Burke’s lights offer sensitive enhancement to the exalting visual beauty being presented, with a sensual intensity that makes the conveyance of ideas in Yentl feel tender and intimate. Max Lyandvert’s sounds and music keep us attentive to the shifting temperaments for the piece, able to bring the drama when the moment calls for it.

Actor Amy Hack is entirely convincing in the titular role, marvellously precise in voice and physicality for her embodiment of a person both pretending to be something other, whilst simultaneously becoming closer to their real self. Hack’s technical proficiency may prove astonishing, but it is her manifest empathetic acuity for the inner world of Yentl that is really moving.  Other members of cast too are highly impressive; Nicholas Jaquinot, Genevieve Kingsford and Evelyn Krape can be remembered for bringing artistic brilliance to a staging replete with intelligence, generosity and soul.

It is Yentl’s soul that eventually comes to the fore. The show commences with a simple understanding about sex and relevant biological constitutions, and how our societies are determined to create categories according to those perceived differences, often for the purposes of marginalisation and disenfranchisement. Yentl the play reminds us however that if gender is indeed a real thing, it can only exist where a person’s soul is, knowing that it was always the whole person and not just particular portions of their anatomy, that those notions apply.

A soul is mostly resolute. Just as we need to believe that the human soul is essentially good, we have to believe that its other aspects too bear fundamental qualities that can never be truly disguised or transmuted. Some souls come gendered one way or the other, independent of bodily realities, and other souls simply do not play by those rules. Our wish is for Yentl to finally accept, and love, their own soul, just as we must always see one another for only who we are.

www.yentl.com.au

Review: Dear Evan Hansen (Roslyn Packer Theatre)

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Venue: Roslyn Packer Theatre (Sydney NSW), Oct 12 – Dec 1, 2024
Book: Steven Levenson
Music and Lyrics: Benj Pasek & Justin Paul
Director: Dean Bryant
Cast: Martin Crewes, Verity Hunt-Ballard, Georgia Laga’aia, Natalie O’Donnell, Carmel Rodrigues, Jacob Rozario, Harry Targett, Beau Woodbridge 
Images by Daniel Boud

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Evan finally becomes popular, after fabricating a close relationship with Connor, after Connor’s suicide. In the teen drama of Dear Evan Hansen, we watch a protagonist suffer from loneliness and anxiety, but gradually grow in maturity and self-awareness, after learning from his mistakes. The narrative, like the songs of this 2016 musical, is earnestly sentimental to a fault. The book by Steven Levenson, with songs by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, depict the substantive effects of a snowballing lie, but everything works too hard to keep Evan likeable throughout the piece.

What may be saccharine for some, is also the ticket to commercial viability, in this business of the musical theatre. Productions like Dear Evan Hansen often prove successful even when deficient in literary complexity, or indeed any simple sense of irony. The show’s stakes too are never really high enough, but it does seem that formulaic song writing is more than adequate to have audiences invest, both in terms of emotions and money.

The staging is however, very slick and frequently spectacular, as directed by Dean Bryant, with enveloping video projections by David Bergman leaving a particular strong impression, and musical direction by Zara Stanton never failing to have the audience roused and beguiled. Sound engineering by Ghiovanna De Oliveira is highly effective in achieving extraordinary clarity and balance, and can be credited for enriching the quality of singing by its passionate cast.

Beau Woodbridge plays Evan, with immense sincerity and an admirable precision, in a presentation memorable for its technical excellence. Jacob Rozario is a godsend as classmate Jared, able to introduce some uplifting playfulness, to an excessively solemn experience. Maternal characters are played powerfully by Verity Hunt-Ballard and Natalie O’Donnell, both bringing an air of substance, to roles that are mediocrely written.

It should be no surprise that entertainment can be packaged in something bland and inoffensive, in its commercial aspirations to have the widest reach. When art bears those same qualities however, we have to be suspicious of what it says, in the possible absence of integrity and truth. The message of Dear Evan Hansen can feel dubious on reflection, and we begin to understand that a momentary sensation of heightened dramatics, can prove subsequently to be empty and cheap.

www.dearevanhansenmusical.com.au

Review: New Works Festival Part 3 (Old Fitz Theatre)

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Venue: Old Fitzroy Theatre (Woolloomooloo NSW)

Champions Oct 11 – 26, 2024
Playwright: Isabella McDermott
Director: Bali Padda
Cast: Cat Dominguez, Talitha Parker, Lincoln Vickery, Bayley Prendegast
Images by Patrick Phillips

Fuccbois: Live In Concert Oct 11 – 26, 2024
Book, Music and Lyrics: Bridie Connell
Director: Jessica Fallico
Cast: Gabbi Bolt, Bridie Connell, Orya Golgowsky, Clara Harrison, Megan Walshe 
Images by Leanne Ansell

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The two stories in part 3 of the Old Fitz Theatre’s New Works Festival involve separate groups of four artists and their respective relationships with integrity. Isabella McDermott’s sophisticated Champions looks at the effect of a $50,000 prize, when art becomes a competitive sport. In Bridie Connell’s rambunctious Fuccbois: Live in Concert, it is the competitive alpha male that adopts the art of performance to satisfy his narcissism. 

A contemplative work, Champions is directed by Bali Padda who brings commendable sensitivity to a play brimming with engaging nuance. For Fuccbois, it is Jessica Fallico’s mischievous direction of raucous drag kings that leaves an impression. There is a slight deficiency in terms of dramatic escalation over the duration of both shows, but Padda and Fallico certainly prove themselves accomplished, albeit in wildly different styles.

A simple set design by Elle Fitzgerald converts the space to allow for greater versatility. Tim Hope’s lights are marvellously dynamic for Fuccbois but are perhaps overly sombre in Champions. Costumes by Rita Naidu for Champions and Lily Moody for Fuccbois are all similarly appropriate for each of the characters we encounter. Sound design by Prema Yin for Champions is particularly noteworthy, intricate in approach and effective with the vigour it provides.

The cast for Champions is very strong; Cat Dominguez, Talitha Parker, Lincoln Vickery and Bayley Prendegast play visual artists negotiating a suddenly intensified work environment, remarkable for the distinct qualities they deliver, as well as a sense of authenticity they imbue in the storytelling. For the faux arena concert of Fuccbois, Gabbi Bolt, Bridie Connell, Orya Golgowsky, Clara Harrison and Megan Walshe manufacture an electric atmosphere, gratifying with their pointed commentary on commodified masculinity, but unfortunately lacking in crispness with their highly stylised presentation.

Even when art loses all of its truthfulness, when having to accommodate all manner of economic considerations, it can still reveal something worthwhile, if only we commit to its decipherment. Bad art however is determined to discourage analysis, and have us accept its deceptive surface. In other words, bad art trades in obfuscation and lies. No person can claim to be insusceptible to artful trickery, but it is in the willingness to talk to one another, that we can discover bigger truths, about the messages we are being sold. 

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