Our Father: Portrait of a Family in Crisis

Playing as part of Melbourne Fringe Festival, Our Father is a considerably dour effort that takes the Royal Commission into Institutional Child Abuse and turns it into a very human drama. Structured mostly as a series of police interviews of the family of an accused man, there is a simplicity to the narrative that brings the characters and their experiences to the forefront. The mother, in a desperate turn by Sandy Morrison, is a well-meaning denial-case; the daughter, played with aloofness by the writer, Lucy Holz, is too detached to let herself see the repercussions of her father’s actions; and the son, in a melodramatic performance by Will Hall, is angst-ridden and standoffish in his it-should-have-been-me complex. The family is divided and in crisis, brought together only by the police officer, played with warmth by Benji Groenewgan. Continue reading Our Father: Portrait of a Family in Crisis

(un)Australian: The legacy of a cultural crisis

I like the idea of university theatre groups putting on two short plays instead of a single big one. I like the freedom it affords theatre-makers to experiment and the lowered pressure on the audience. If the first show is bad, it’ll be done soon anyway. And if it’s great, you savour every moment. Four Letter Word Theatre has been deploying the double-bill tactic for … Continue reading (un)Australian: The legacy of a cultural crisis

Rhinoceros: What’s Grey, Weighs a Ton and is An Allegory For Fascism?

The programme for Trinity College’s 2018 production, Rhinoceros, states the college’s move away from more serious theatre to something funny. Perhaps the most studied piece of absurdist theatre in the world after Waiting for Godot, this play certainly is ripe with comic potential. The students at Trinity have, accordingly, provided a hilarious, madcap rendition of Ionesco’s work. Being an allegory for fascism, the weighty themes … Continue reading Rhinoceros: What’s Grey, Weighs a Ton and is An Allegory For Fascism?

Alone Outside: A Burdensome Picture of Living Rural

Clocking in at just an hour, Liz Newell’s play, Alone Outside crafts a delicate portrait that moves too slowly and ambles too indulgently to be fully appreciated. Taking a narratorial approach to ever-shifting family dynamics and growing up rural, Newell taps into universal experiences of love, loss and compassion. It is unfortunate to see such interesting themes and topics collapse beneath a logy execution. Further, the … Continue reading Alone Outside: A Burdensome Picture of Living Rural

Urinetown: Nothing is as it Seems

It would be easy to rattle off some scatological quips about Newman’s latest musical outing, Urinetown. But that would ruin the whole conceit of Urinetown’s refusal to submit to cheap wordplay and throwaway gags. The script is taut, intelligent and undeniably charming in its revisionist agenda. And Newman’s cast pulls it off with success. Directed by Matt Healy, the production makes use of a relatively … Continue reading Urinetown: Nothing is as it Seems

The Unexpected Guest: An Unexpected Delight

Clocking in at almost three hours, Melbourne University Chinese Theatre Group’s adaptation of an Agatha Christie tale feels a colossal undertaking that never breaks a sweat. Immediately setting a dark tone, the play strikes a noir chord with an eerie soundscape and darkened set, save for the few scattered candles and a probing torch. We are given glimpses of gothic set pieces and portentous blocking … Continue reading The Unexpected Guest: An Unexpected Delight

Everything is Not Fine, But That’s Okay

Almost two years ago I auditioned for a Four Letter Word Theatre play and was knocked back. Since then, I have spent every day training my critical eye and plotting my elaborate revenge in the form of a lukewarm review. Two weeks ago, when fate gifted me the opportunity to review FLW’s Everything Is Fine, the animus within me awoke, poised and ready. It is … Continue reading Everything is Not Fine, But That’s Okay

Mudcrabs Go Wild!: Or Do They?

Is sketch comedy a long dead artform, resigned only to occasional resurrection from its grave like a limp finger puppet? Or has the burgeoning revival we keep being told about finally taken glorious flight? According to Mudcrabs Go Wild!, the new show by the Mudcrabs (somehow short for the stolid sounding Melbourne University Comedy Revue Board), neither is correct. The sketches are delivered with such … Continue reading Mudcrabs Go Wild!: Or Do They?