Cost of Living, Melbourne Theatre Company, The Sumner, Southbank Theatre, 14 Sep-19 Oct

 

About a month after MTC presented the 2023 Pulitzer Prizewinner for drama in a Canberra Tour, they present the 2018 one (also this year I've seen the 1948, 2008, and 2010 winners and I'll be seeing the 2017 winner next month along with another go at the 2008). Martyna Majok's play looks at the relationship between two disabled people - one paraplegic, one quadriplegic - and their carers - in one case, an ex-husband who hasn't yet been removed from next-of-kin or the insurance, in the other a bartender looking for part-time work assisting a young grad student who needs casual assistance to fully function in the world. In both cases these are relationships complicated by the human needs of both of the partners - the push and pull that affects both of them in different ways. 

It's a challenging show to cast, given the show presents the two cared-for characters with authentic casting - but it's found two skilled performers in Rachel Edmonds as the prickly, wary Ani and Oli Pizzey Stratford as the privileged, blithe John. They're matched by Mabel Li as the bartender-turned-caregiver and Aaron Pederson as the ex-husband still yearning for engagement with his wife. It's quite an intimate story for the massive Sumner theatre and Anthea William's production manages to draw the audience in (though I do think the sets are a little too grand-sized - even for the evident privilege John is meant to have, a New York apartment that size would cost an astronomic amount in rent that I'm not sure is even vaguely possible, and even Ani's apartment feels a little inflated despite the cramped quarters created by unpacked boxes - the Sumner stage is simply too wide for this show). Still, as Majok's story dwells into the needs of both cared-for and care-giver, it grabs the heart and doesn't let go for an hour fifty running time. The ending in particular is strong as it sees a crossover of needs between the two stories in a way that tentatively leans towards hope. 

Matilda Woodroofe's set and costumes, allowing for the scale issue mentioned above, are beutiful and striking and reflect the different mileu's of the play, and it's strongly lit by Richard Vabre. This is a very skilfully put together, personal production made with heart and care. 

The Boy From Oz, Free-Rain Theatre Company, The Q, 1-20 Oct

 

Full disclosure - in 2010, I was on the stage crew for Philo's production of "Boy from Oz". Weirdly enough I never saw the production from the front, but I loved working on the show - it's a musically rich show, and presented various challenges in stealthy piano-moving - and it was fun to watch Jarrad West milk an audience from the wings. Weirdly enough I never watched it from the front, but it was a delight to re-encounter various musical and dramatic moments 14 years later. Inevitably I'm going to make mental comparisons between the two productions, but hopefully I'll be able to keep that in check (though our piano movement was much more stealthy than this production, which doesn't use curtains to conceal anything). 

For those of you who don't know the show, it's a look at the life of Peter Allen, song-and-dance-man extrordinaire. Free Rain's production sets the period of the 70s and 80s, Allen's most productive decades, through the pre-show mix of music and advertisements from the era - particularly the Channel 9 light-entertainment era of Don Lane and Mike Walsh which Allen fitted into so well (for anybody who grew up in this era, this is going to be a nostalgia bomb) - and the show segues into Allen directly addressing the audience during a late-in-the-tour-concert telling of the high-and-low points of his life as he meets Judi Garland, marries and divorces Liza Minnelli, hits the hights of big scale concerts, writes songs that are immortal, falls in love with his partner Greg Connell and loses him to AIDs, and wears a whole lot of very very loud shirts. Nick Enright's script squeezes 25 of Allen's songs (plus one he didn't write) into an emotionally rich portrait of a career in showbiz that condenses 25 years of career into two and a half hours with a combo of wit, oneliners and some occasional loose sense of chronology (including saving a key early childhood psychological insight to late act two to ensure the show musically ends with a set of all--time-bangers).

Jared Newell is a singing-dancing-acting frenzy as Peter, delivering Allen's personality and simultaneously self-agrandizing-and-self-effacing style delightfully as he drops one-liners, sings up a storm and throws his leg over a piano just like a Peter Allen should. Supporting him is a rich array of talent - starting with Janie Lawson as his mother Marion, delightful as she looks after her boy in his youth, gossips with him as he calls in from overseas and devestating when she delivers "Don't Cry Out Loud" near the end. Meaghan Stewart's Judy Garland is a great impersonation, capturing all the rich notes of Garland's voice and letting Garland be pained, witty, bitter, gleeful and thoroughly fascinating. Stephanie Bailey's Liza Minnelli is similarly delightful, emerging from the shy daughter to the spectacular star in a Fosse-inspired "Sure Thing Baby" to spectacular effect. Lachlan Elderton's Greg Connell is a sweet supporting partner whose loss breaks the heart. Mitchell Clement's young Peter Allen is full of the glee of discovering and exploring your talent on stage. And Kara Sellers' gleeful Yvette Anthony is a total scene-stealer as she embraces Peter's talent. 

Kristy Griffin's direction is tight and skilful whisking the show across its several moods and locations - though there are one or two songs which feel slightly overly illustrated when they might sit better just simply sat and sung to let the songs stand unadorned. James Tolhurst-Close and Griffin's choreography goes from Fosse to Radio City Rockette Busby Berkley to disco to buck-and-wing-tap to Bandstand Beachparty Rave Up with skill and variety. Callum Tolhurst-Close's musical direction gives us an ensemble with great harmonies and Ian McLean's conducting is, as always, a joy to behold as his band is tight and clear. 

Particular mention to Zac Harvey's lighting design - the rich reds during the sillouetted "Sure Thing Baby" and the intense lightnig during "Love don't Need a Reason" are beautiful and finely illustrative. 

This is a show I adore given a delightful revival - objectively I can sit back and say that it's got a little bit of cheese in it, but it's a kind of cheese I kinda like with some strong blue veins in it giving it life and tastiness. 

Work, but this time like you mean it, Canberra Youth theatre, Canberra Theatre, Courtyard Studio, 20-29 Sept

 

Georgie Bianchini, Tom Bryson, Hannah Cornelia, Kathleen Dunkerley, Quinn Goodwin, Matthew Hogan, Sterling Notely and Emma Piva in "Work, But This Time Like You Mean It". Photo by Andrew Sikorski–ArtAtelier Photography

Canberra Youth Theatre's latest play looks at the adolescent workplace-  the fast food venues where young people from 13 to 22 have their first work experience, and learn about tension, exploitation, customer demands and occasionally acquire a bit of spare money to start getting ahead in the game of capitalism. Honor Webster-Mannison's script emphasises the grueling repetitiveness, the familiar customer complaints asking for discontinued lines of food and things you've never sold, the constant attempts to keep ahead of the supply chain, moving through the paces of a shift. There's highs and lows, there's surreal trips into the strangest of sidelines and there's the occaisonal passionate longing speech as we get inside the service workers's heads to discover how they escape, but we know they'll be back at the prep station or the till shortly to continue the same old tasks. 

Luke Rogers' production stylises this on a tilted stage with a ball pit at the bottom - the balls thrown back and forth represent the various foodstuffs being prepared and sold - a budget-conscious way of not having to waste a lot of actual food on stage and a fun way to present it (though the ballpit isn't exactly tightly controlled, leading to a lot of balls for the stagecrew to collect and return every night back to the pit). A lot of the scenes of repetative chaos do feature a lot of overlapping dialogue and it does lead to a slight case of stagnation in the staging, which the surreal interludes help to break. The more human sidescenes like the interractions between Drive and Food-Prep during their breaks, or the individual antics of the Regular customer, tend to stand out by their contrast - and Food Prep's final monologue does feel deeply incisive while also feeling like material that I'd much rather have seen folded into the play at the expense of some of the whole-cast-spectacle sequences which felt a bit draggy. 

Ethan Hamill's video design is a particular highlight, lifting the show in interesting ways, and Kathleen Kershaw's set and costume designs give the production a great deal of the fun it has, whether it be the blandness of the uniforms, the brigh-redness of the decor or the pleats of the regular's formal dress. 

This is a lively production with a lot to say in its one hour run-time, but in getting trapped in the desire to repeat mundane regular tasks it does lose time to cover in more depth the truly interesting parts of its subject.  It's a short fast shot to the system, and much like its subject, there are probably better theatrical meals to be had, but this hits the spot for now. 

Slap. Bang. Kiss., Melbourne Theatre Company, The Q, 11 Sept

 Dan Giovannoni's play looks at three events that spark activism - a slap, a bang and a kiss - and how this activism spreads. The three actors share narration - while each primarily carries one of the events, there is trade off between them at various points. The plotting gets a little schematic as the activism spreads for each of the characters, and it does tend to lean towards inspirational positivity rather than dwelling into the deeper questions of carrying on an activists life, of keeping dedication in the face of challenges and in remaining inspired, but it's well directed by Katy Maudlin, giving the stage activity and liveliness in the trade off between the three performers.

Sarah Fitzgerald, Tomas Kantor and Tsungirai Wachenuka give the material their all, whether in the static opening areas or the more physically active later developments, and are passionate and intriguing speakers - combining passion with their youth in ways that completely captures the attention. Kate Davis' set incorporating small apparently concrete blocks which can be rearranged with ease, giving it variety and versatlity as the story moves around and building conclaves for the actors to move towards. Amalia Lever-Davidson's lighting design is almost part of the set, varying from tight closeups to larger sprawling sequences using the whole space, and never wavers in giving us something interesting to look at.

I must admit I think this is a really well produced and directed production of a play that feels a little rudimentary - the ideas never really stretch much further than "activism Yay". But I also suspect as a 50-something year old man this won't hold the appeal for me that it might for the teenagers it's clearly written for. In any event, this was a one-night-and-one-afternoon stand at the Q, and I suspect it may have an appeal to a wider audience than that suggests. 

August: Osage County, Free-Rain Theatre Company, ACT Hub, 5-15 Sept

 

This production shares three cast members with the last time Free Rain ran this show, almost a decade ago (review here), all playing the same roles - but this is very far from a rote production. A modern epic American Family Drama, feeling like it summarises all the great American plays into one outsized epic, from the addiction issues of Eugene O'Neill to the weird regional activities of Sam Shepherd to the speechifying about the nature of America of Tony Kushner, this is a play that contains multitudes as three generations of an Oklahoma family gather in the wake of the disappearance of the patriarch - with three daughters returning to deal with their pill-addicted and happily-pasisng-on-the-genrational-trauma mother, the various husbands and partners, the local police, the aunt-uncle-and-cousin relations and a recently-hired live-in housekeeper. Beginning in 2007 at Chicago's famed Steppenwolf theatre, the original production transferred to Broadway and to London's national theatre and a tour hosted by the Sydney theatre Company, before the film was released (cut down to a more audience-friendly length) with a big name cast that never quite recaptured the theatrical energy of the play. 

It remains Letts' masterpiece - the plays he wrote before had a sharp incisive power (particularly "Killer Joe" and "Bug" but his later work doesn't quite have the urgency - Letts has shifted into an acting career largely made up of being senior patriarch figures in series like "Homeland" and movies like "Lady Bird", "The Post", "Little Women" and "Ford v Ferrari" - it's a very classically well made play, from the three act structure basically built into it by the uninterrupted roller coaster of act two, which takes this hothouse of a family and turns the boiler up until it explodes, with the third act remaining to pick up the pieces left behind. Cate Clelland gives the intimate Hub space an epic power, playing it longways and finding as many inches as possible of stage space to let the family sprawl all over the house. She maintains space and focus even as the various members of the Weston-Fordham-Aiken clans bicker and yell, often simultaneously across the space. There's a sense of control in among the chaos as we're always brought back to what matters, which is the emotions and tensions between family members, whether they be hostility, love, frustration or lust.

Karen Vickery as the matriarch is the mother from hell, and seizes the opportunity to ride a role that allows her to play everything from pathetic incoherence in the worst of her sedated-delusion to concentrated focussed venom as she reaches out to destroy family members one by one. Louise Bennet makes a return after a long time away from Canberra stages as the most prominent of the three daughters, dealing with her own parental frustrations, her own frayed marriage and her own ability to shoot venom at family members at the climax of the second act. Tracy Noble as Aunt Mattie Fae starts as a gossiping side figure before it becomes more apparent how great her own level of venom is, and what she's held in for years and is now finding an opportunity to release. Crystal Mahon is compelling as the somewhat crushed Ivy after long exposure to her mother, and brings hope as she finds a secret way to escape before a final brutal secret hits her like a brick. David Bennett handles Beverly's long opening monologue with aplomb, setting up the character and the nature of the family early. Bruce Hardie gives Bill a gentle generosity as he realises how deeply he's disengaged from his wife and how impossible it is to return. Michael Sparks similarly has a powerful humanity as the mostly-quiet-but-rebelllious when riled Charles. Richard Manning is suitably skin crawling as the awful Steve. Lachlan Rufffy is hapless, adorably labradorish and astonishingly vulnerable. Ella Buckley as the awkwardly prepubescent Jean draws attention as she tries and often fails to stand by her values in the face of the rest of her bullheaded family. Karina Hudson gives Karen a sense of a self that has decided to ignore as much as possible around her to avoid feeling damage, at the expense of parts of her humanity. Rob Drennan as Sheriff Deon is a warm honest presence who is clearly invested in parts of the families history they may not even remember, and Andrea Garcia's Johnna provides a strong observer figure, someone who absorbs all the tension around her without betraying too much judgment. 

This is an epic and powerful production, and well worth the three-hours-and-change of your time in the theatre - a high-tension family drama that takes us through all the darker sides of family history and leaves us wrung out at the other end happy we can leave these people behind and hoping some of them survive intact. 

English, Melbourne Theatre company, Playhouse, Canberra Theatre Centre, 5-7 Sept

 

Sanaz Toossi's play was the winner of last year's Pulitzer Prize for drama - a tight comedy-drama about four students in an English-Second-Language class in Tehran, it uses a device where when characters are speaking English they use strong Iranian accents, and when not, they use the performer's natural accent. It's, as the concept suggests, a show looking at language, and how it affects how people express themselves beyond the immediately obvious - and about how the character's relationship to another culture affects them. It's a rich array of characters - all four students are learning for different reasons, and Toossi's script gives them plenty of room to breathe and explore themselves as it plays out moment by moment.

Director Tasmin Hossein gives this a naturalistic sheen as the various exercises present different challenges to the student. The set by Kat Chan is a simple small classroom with whiteboards, clicks and institutional chairs, a simple learning environment for the performers to play out their challenges, and the direction finds the meaning in small moments of tension and release.

Of the five cast members, Maia Abbas emerges strongly as the character most challenged by the English language, Elham - not because of her proficiency so much as a profound cultural identity crisis within her. Abbas gives the character wit, energy, and vigour as her challenges come more and more to the fore. Elsewhere, Osamah Sami as the english-proficient Omid has a lot of charm and handles his own counter-acting cultural issues intriguingly, and Salme Garensar as the instructor, Marjan, has a polite demeanor that proves steely when challenged, leading to a professional crisis and confession of her own issues. Delaram Ahmadi has a gentle charm to her as the hardworking student Goli who tries to stay out of the identiy issues but struggles, and Marjan Meshabi is quietly heartbreaking as the mother trying to catch up to her son who has moved to Canada but unaware how much he has already left her behind. 

This is a strong, powerful play that got a little lost in the crush of multiple productions last weekend - I saw it too late in the season for my review to do it any good, hence the delay, but it's the kind of thing I hope we see more tours of. 

Ordinary Days, Q the Locals, The Q, 5-7 September

Adam Gwon's song-cycle is inevitably going to be described as Sondheimesque by many - it's full of fast paced songs sung by four New Yorkers in various degrees of neurosis - a young couple who've just moved in together and are finding accommodating one another difficult, a grad student freaking out about his thesis and an art-enthusiast seeking for a better purpose to his life - and every song tells a mini-story all in itself, often using a device where the title takes on different meanings as it's repeated (though Sondheim doesn't have a monopoly on neurotic New Yorkers - back when Betty Comden and Adolph Green were writing them, they were considered quirky). It's a small scale story but with big feelings within it - of that point in your mid-thirties when finding the big picture of your life conflicts with just trying to live day-to-day.

Chris Zuber's production emphasises the music, fitting the action around musical director Matthew Webster at the grand piano, with the cast in constant motion on a set largely made up of milk crates (including a spectacular back wall of upside-down-skyscrapers), beautifully lit by Zac Harvey. It's an energetic production that earns its moments of still reflection in the middle of the chaos. 

The cast is made up of great musical theatre performers who, for various reasons, haven't been onstage in musicals in a while - I must admit I mentally associate Joel Horwood with plays (though they were a great lead in Urinetown only two years ago, and were in the Canberra cast of "The Hello Girls" which I missed due to being overseas) but as Warren they're a strong, open, sweet natured presence. Vanessa Valois has been away from Canberra stages for 7 years due to, presumably, the normal life things that mean people don't do stage shows, but her return is greatly appreciated as the twitchy, uptight grad-student Deb - nobody does an onstage rant like Valois. Grant Pegg and Kelly Roberts have both been on the other side of the footlights for the last few years, co-directing such productions as "Assassins", "Heathers", "Dogfight" and "Spring Awakening - their return as young couple Jason and Claire is sweet, funny and relatable as they negotiate everything from where to put his shoes to what to do on the weekend. 

It's a beautiful show full of standout moments for each of the cast members, and the energy of the production fills the big stage at the Q with delight and charm. And it's a pleaure to remake the musical acquaintance of its cast in a piece that seems sculpted on them - everybody is so suited to their roles that it's a joy to behold. The season is short, so if you blink you'll miss this and regret it, so get in fast!