Friday 19 August 2022

Friday Five: More Theatre


These are brief reviews of five theatre productions I have seen recently
  1. Jane Eyre - shake & stir theatre, The Playhouse, Canberra Theatre Centre: In the spirit of full disclosure I must point out that Jane Eyre is one of my favourite novels, along with Animal Farm, a play of which shake & stir produced last year - review here. Jane Eyre matches the production company's enormously high standards - the pyrotechnics on the set alone (I'm assuming you know the story so this is no spoiler) are worth the price of admission. The new adaptation featuring original music (written and performed live on stage by Sarah McLeod) is simply outstanding. Nelle Lee plays the titular role with passion and repression from the derided young girl to the dignified mature woman she becomes, guided by her impulses, values and strong sense of inner strength. The three other actors play all the other roles with complete conviction; the blend of Gothic Romance and contemporary gender insights is absolutely perfect and so true to the novel it has instantly become one of my favourite experiences. 
  2. Pygmalion - Tempo Theatre Inc., Belconnen Community Theatre: Often overshadowed by the opulent musical, My Fair Lady based upon it, Pygmalion is arguably George Bernard Shaw's masterpiece. Tempo's version is true to the intentions of the socialist polemic, indeed, Peter Fock stands out as Alfred Doolittle railing against middle class mortality rather than as the too-often-seen portrayal as a commitment-shunning buffoon. Adam Salter gives Henry Higgins the necessary academic confidence and boyish glee in 'his' achievements in passing off the flower girl, Eliza, as a well-bred young lady after his elocution lessons, while leaving no room for mature sentiment - this is usually balanced by the gravitas of Colonel Pickering, which is absent in this production. The young man, Thomas Cullen, brings gentleness to the role but removing the title of Colonel changes its focus entirely, with insufficient direction to compensate. The highlights of the play are embodied in the women. As Mrs Higgins and Mrs Pearce, Elaine Noon and Joan White respectively are delightful, providing a calm dignity and reasoned response to Higgins (and, in one scene, to a flimsy set failure). Meaghan Stewart as Eliza Doolittle is stunning, willful, fierce and vulnerable; determined to be her own woman and not a creation of Higgins' to be put on a pedestal or shut in a museum. The audience is with her from the beginning, and contemporary concerns about women's rights in society and their treatment by those in traditional male professions merely accentuate our sympathies.
  3. Arsenic and Old Lace, Canberra Repertory Society, Theatre 3: Joseph Kesselring's 1939 farcical black comedy is probably more alluded to than it is seen - most people have heard of the two seemingly sweet spinster sisters (Abby and Martha) who have taken to murdering gentleman lodgers and burying them in the basement. In Canberra Rep's production, the smiling assassins are the perfectly harmonious duo of Alice Ferguson (the acerbic grand dame who plays it straight) and Nikki-Lynne Hunter (who gives it a gloriously dizzy and ditsy turn). Their art critic nephew, Mortimer (a frenetic Jack Shanahan), has to deal with the increasingly odd events while trying to decide whether to marry the girl next-door (Natalie Waldron, who deserves more than yet another looks-in-lieu-of-character role). The cast is rounded out by Robbie Matthews as the barmy brother who thinks he is a former Aussie PM, Rob de Fries playing the murderous nephew brother whose plastic surgery conceals his identity, and Kayla Ciceran as the alcoholic accomplice who performed the operation.  Director Ian Hart acknowledges the script is outdated and attempts to modernise it by setting it in contemporary Queanbeyan, hence the Aussie PM reference rather than the original Teddy Roosevelt, and Jonathan is now meant to resemble Freddy Krueger rather than Boris Karloff (who actually performed the role in the original stage play). Not all of the updates land, however, such as Hart's awkward approach to gender diversity in casting or the Fawlty-Towers-esque anagram gag adds an unnecessarily creaky element to an otherwise excellent set (Andrew Kay once again with a deft and professional touch). The timing is uneven and efforts to overcompensate frequently fall flat in a desperate stretch for unobtainable laughs. 
  4. Emerald City - Free Rain, ACTHUB: David Williams' 1987 satire of men behaving badly is all about the dialogue. We are harangued with debates about the merit of art - celluloid and literary - and the inherent differences between Sydney and Melbourne. Sydney, with its unsubstantiated promise of fulfilling dreams is the Emerald City of the title, while Melbourne is for urban intellectuals who are motivated by morals rather than money. If you want to hear 'characters' discuss these topics at witty and acerbic length, you could do worse. The actors all excel in the limited range their characters are constrained to demonstrate, and they deliver the dialogue with excellent clarity: every word could be heard, and there are an awful lot of them. Designers have clearly had nostalgic fun with set and costume (Cate Clelland and Fiona Leach), as it's all chic decor and keen angles combined with silk shirts and sharp suits, while director Anne Somes has softened the edges with sartorial metaphors - her subtle use of shoes is inspired. These people are unpleasant, but it is even more disturbing to acknowledge how 80's ambition seems tame in an environment where the bully boys have moved on from verbal sniping to willfully disregarding laws, contesting elections and invading countries. Who knew we would ever look back on the 'greed is good' mantra as the good old days.
  5. Urinetown - Heart Strings Theatre Co., Courtyard Studio, Canberra Theatre Centre - Yes, it’s a terrible title; yes, it’s truly awful subject matter; yes, it’s utterly ridiculous, but Urinetown is a lot of fun! The band are great; the voices are outstanding and the deceptively simple-looking choreography and staging are spectacular. I'm so glad that Ylaria Rogers has finally brought this dream to life. As a self-identifying non- musical theatre fan, I found this to be an unexpected surprise. Is there any other kind? It self-referentially (and reverentially) mocks the genre of musical theatre (particularly Broadway) and parodies specific musicals: I didn't get all the allusions but Les Mis, West Side Story and The Threepenny Opera were obvious even to me, and the song Run Freedom RUn, brought me out in a cold sweat with a flashback to singing Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat, but it could be any gospel-inspired show-tune. I also recognised the Our Town 'narrated by the stage-manager' trope, but my theatre-going companion didn't, and he loved it anyway. So there really is something for everyone. 

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