Fairfax Studio, Arts Centre Melbourne, and Feb 13 until Mar 22, 2014
Reviewer: Kate Herbert on Feb 13
Stars:**
This review was NOT written for, or published in the Herald Sun. Sorry it took so long to publish here. KH
The title
of this play made me think of James May on Top
Gear, when he stacks a Bugatti Veyron, sighing with exasperation and
exclaiming, “Oh, cock!”
But Mike Bartlett’s
play with its childishly provocative title, Cock, (attention-grabbing anyone!) lacks
even the wit and complexity of May’s blunt expletive.
A love
triangle with a twist is no novelty – except when it involves a man who cannot
choose between another man and a woman.
Cock is
indulgent and repetitive with thoroughly dislikeable characters that spend
their time bullying each other or simpering and whining and repeating the same
until the end.
Leticia Cáceres’ production is awkward and colourless (surprising
given its content) and the static and unimaginative direction and stilted
performances do nothing to enhance Bartlett’s repetitive and adolescent script.
Bartlett’s
glib dialogue is repetitive and riddled with clumsy interruptions, unfinished
sentences and unresolved thoughts that do not illuminate the characters,
relationships or issues.