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Book, Music & Lyrics: Steven Kramer
Directors: Sheridan Harbridge
Cast: Shay Debney, Lincoln Elliott, Joel Granger, Manon Gunderson-Briggs, Amy Hack, Nat Jobe, Joey Phyland, Justin Smith
Images by John McRae
Theatre review
Nearly a century ago, a horse captured the heart of a nation. In Steven Kramer’s new musical Phar Lap, that legend is reborn, charting the champion’s astonishing rise through Australia’s racecourses and reminding us how deeply his story remains etched in the national imagination. Kramer’s songwriting brims with wit and invention, while Jack Earle’s arrangements fuse modern electronic textures with the jaunty swing of the early twentieth century — a lively, irresistible blend that keeps the production buoyant and engaging throughout.
A parade of vivid characters fills the stage, each one smartly and playfully rendered by an ensemble whose energy lifts the entire production. Their exuberance is infectious, their confidence magnetic; whatever they offer, we accept with delight. At the centre gallops Joel Granger, whose Phar Lap radiates innocence and charm, a creature both wondrous and pure. Beside him, Justin Smith’s Harry Telford brings a steady, compassionate presence, their partnership blooming with the kind of trust that makes the impossible seem tenderly real.
Under Sheridan Harbridge’s direction, Phar Lap becomes a riot of camp and gleeful absurdity — a kaleidoscope of humour that wins us over from the very first beat. Her vision is bold and unrepentantly idiosyncratic, inviting us into a world where whimsy reigns and logic gladly takes a back seat. Ellen Simpson’s choreography adds its own spark, conjuring memorable images of horses dancing, feuding, and prancing through fantasy. It is all unabashedly silly, yet every bit of it lands with allure and precision, resulting in theatre that is as joyous as it is ridiculous.
Hailley Hunt’s set design creates an evocative backdrop that conjures the spirit of a bygone era while leaving generous room for the cast’s exaggerated physicality. Mason Browne’s costumes root us in the period, yet it is their quiet audacity, the flickers of flamboyance woven almost mischievously through the fabric, that bring the stage to life. Trent Suidgeest’s lighting underscores that sense of spectacle, bold and effervescent, adding a touch of decadence to the show’s already radiant charm.
There are forces that bind a people, though they are seldom of our intentional making; they happen, as wonder does, when hearts align by chance. Art, though, is the one miracle we can will into being — the act that turns isolation into communion. Each story told, whether strange or familiar, becomes a thread in that fragile web of understanding. And in these fractured times, art remains the heartbeat that reminds us we have no alternative but to belong to one another.






















































































