Saturday, 25 December 1993

Summer 1993-94 Shows: Icheka: Return of the Heathen/Take Me as I Am (Musical) Dec 25, 1993


Icheka: Return of the Heathen by Bad Lot Theatre Company 
Take Me as I Am, with book by Patrick White and score by Marky Mark and Girlfriend
Dec 25, 1993
By Kate Herbert
 Published in The Melbourne Times, Jan 1994

We are too often faced with politically incorrect theatre nowadays. Icheka: Return of the Heathen is a bi-lingual, bi-partisan, bisexual romp by Bad Lot Theatre Company who are renowned for their earnest commitment to devising sound political theatre in an avant-garde form.

Icheka is  about a boy who runs away from his right-wing Canberra parents to join a circus. The narrative, by Faye Bunny, Binkata: Eyes of the Hunter was written after exhaustive research into families of politicians and circus performers. It is authentic and demanding for an audience, weaving together themes of dislocation, migration, separation, feminism and witchcraft. 

The direction is masterly, integrating enormous puppets, latex masks and Indonesian shadow puppets, fire-eating and acrobatics with a powerful text in an eclectic soup of theatrical genres.

"Theatre must transform and transport its audience," says director Ben Leather-Jacket in his Fitzroy studio; and transport people he does. The whole performance takes place on the express train from Melbourne to Geelong. The sense of desolation is heightened by the oil refinery background to the final scenes - and also by the fact that the audience is now stranded in Geelong ‘City of Oil Refineries without a paddle or a return ticket.

Icheka is sensational theatrical experience. Take a blanket.

Meanwhile in a major musical venue, is a don't-miss, revamped musical: Take Me as I Am, with book by Patrick White and score by Marky Mark and Girlfriend. This is a playful look at disasters perpetrated by Australian Prime Ministers this century. 

You will recognise tunes like Take Me Back to the March Election, sung_by John Hewson, the ever-popular Malcolm's Trousers, Hey Mama There's a War up North, Harold Forgot his Snorkel, and Paul Keating's new hit I'll see your Queen and Raise You a Republic plus more old faves. 

Get amongst the revivals for summer before they go back to the dead.

KATE HERBERT 25.12.93

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Wednesday, 15 December 1993

1993 Kate’s Theatre Picks, The Melbourne Times, Dec 1993


1993 Kate’s Theatre Picks
Kate Herbert Dec 15, 1993
Published in The Melbourne Times, December 1993


During 1993, Melbourne's vibrant theatre scene kept on churning shows out in spite of funding cuts. Although '93 was a less prolific season than '92, it was  a year of fine imports, musical and other revivals, more adaptations  and deconstructions of texts and plenty of mono-dramas.

There has been limited local fare to inspire, but the Rumanians won my award for extraordinary moments in theatre with Titus Andronicus. The passion and intensity of performances, images and the provocative style were a treat during the festival.  Another foreign, passionate, if fairly conventional gem was the Abbey's Dancing at Lughnasa (Irish) and Trestle's  State of Bewilderment (English) captured Leunig's eccentric world on stage.

A musical done well can still be the greatest night in the theatre. Chamber Made Opera's,  Don Leaves Linda, was an extraordinary piece of witty music-theatre. High Society has great songs and changed cast more often than its underwear and 42nd Street was a fabulously extravagant, tongue in cheek production. Even its opening night party was a theatrical feast of posing, over-dressing, sycophancy and extravagance.

The pre-publicity budget alone could subsidise the Performing Arts Board. Jan Friedl's Sweet and Bitter Conversations captured the poignancy and drama of Brecht's songs in a way that Mother Courage could not without voices of quality.

TV and film stars hit the stage with a vengeance.  Warren Mitchell was inspired in
I'm Not Rappaport  along-side the wonderful Kiwi, George Henare. In MTC's Much Ado About Nothing, Hugo Weaving was a very sexy Benedick with comics Michael Veitch and Kim Gyngell clowning on the side lines. Jackie Weaver was applauded on her opening night entrance in  Shadowlands

 Mark Little flew in from the UK to play the 80's mongrel entrepreneur in The Temple
 for Playbox. The MTC consolidated both financially and artistically under Roger Hodgman and Carillo Gantner handed the baton at Playbox to Aubrey Mellor. Anthill's move to the Gasworks sent the company into crisis and its resultant $80,000 deficit caused a delay in funding allocations for '94.

Theatreworks lost its general grant as did Woolly Jumpers and Melbourne Writers' Theatre now has a venue (Courthouse) and no funds. Arts Victoria thought it would see better return on individual project grants which is probably true. Projects seem to be the way of the world yet again -and doesn't Melbourne do them well?

Kosky's Faust was expensive and weird while IRAA had yet another artistic hit with
Agamemnon This company is by far Melbourne's most consistently interesting under director Renato Cuocolo. It's visit to Vienna in July with Trojan Women put Melbourne on the map in Europe. $5 Theatre had another winner with The Master and Margherita.

Two solo shows were glittering moments. Anthill revived  Kids' Stuff  with Julie Forsyth playing the kid's role impeccably and William Yang's Sadness  touched our souls with a rare honesty and beauty.

La Mama kept on programming new works as it should, but at times too frequently. Two week seasons were too swift and there were a number of shows selected inexplicably. One great success at La Mama was  The Eye of Martha Needle  by Bruce Thompson. It had a delicacy and integrity in script and style, which was rare this year. Another was Good Morning Midnight, a fine adaptation of Jean Rhyss's novel which assembled the whole of 1920's Paris within the confines of La Mama.

But the greatest dramatic tension was at the opulent opening night party of 42nd Street at the Hyatt Ballroom. Amongst the ice sculptures the lobster and backless gowns, we watched Gareth Evans shake hands with John Hewson and waited with baited breath to see who would use the judo throw first. Can't beat real life for drama!

Kate Herbert  15.12.93 
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Wednesday, 1 December 1993

1993 Reviews Kate Herbert, The Melbourne Times


1993 Reviews Kate Herbert, The Melbourne Times

The following are all reviews published in The Melbourne Times during 1993.

They will all be uploaded at some time in full.  KH March 2012


Remember Kemp
Theatre 93 
Sotoba Komachi
Mary Hickson transcript
Hickson article
Great Day
Kidstuff
Skins
Rooftops
fourplay
Aubrey Mellor interview
Lola Lightwheel
Aubrey Article
Station + Station
Dark Heart
King Lear
Ass saw the angel
Ereshkigal
5 Gays named Moe
Shadowlands
Mroceck
MIFA Retro
MIFA 2
All My Sons
Blabbermouth
Below the Belt
Titus
The Tituses
Desire Lines
Oops!
Tight Shorts & Duet For One
Pale Blue twinset
Behind the Play
Faust
Desire
Much Ado
Lughnasa
Back to Back
Czajor Award 93
Death & maiden
Dreadnought Absentia
IRAA Agamemnon
Misanthrope
Remember Kemp
St Zoot
Adelaide workshop
M Butterfly
Reviews Com Fest 93
Escurial
Wed to Come
Road to hell La Mama
Little Eva
42nd Street
Sturua workshop
12 Angry Women
Wogarama
Veitch
The Temple
Angel of Graveyard
Leso Play 9/7
Feet of Clay
Dutch Courtesan
Jan Friedl
Mother Courage
Dinner With Andre

Sunday, 7 November 1993

Interview with Aubrey Mellor, A.D. Playbox, Nov 7, 1993


Interview with Aubrey Mellor, Artistic Director of Playbox Theatre, Melbourne
by Kate Herbert
November 7, 1993

"There's no such thing as a perfect play," says Aubrey Mellor, the incoming Artistic Director of The Playbox Theatre. If there were, presumably we would by now have an equation for it.

Mellor is, however, taking a punt that amongst the eight plays in his 1994 season there may be some pearls. His main ambition at Playbox is to cultivate new Australian plays and to create a Writers' Theatre in the truest sense. He plans "to strengthen the developmental stage of new work: reading of plays, getting the feedback established, getting all the readers organised, more dramaturgical people involved, directors who know how to work with writers, actors who know how to be in a workshop to develop a play not just to get it ready for performance."

Of the eight plays in the 94 season, only Michael Gow's Furious is not a premiere. "I mean Melbourne has seen all the plays that Australia has ever written really," he quips - and he is probably right.

He sees his ambition to support writers as "all foundational work that is gradually effecting the nation."  Mellor wants established writers to  "look to Playbox as being the main company which is supporting and developing both new work and established writers." He wants them "to be refreshed or to do something that they don't have a chance to do somewhere else." With his new play, ˜Sanctuary, David Williamson has had "the freedom to write in the way that he started out with The Removalists - from his own personal passion, I hope."

 Mellor wants our  playwrights to be household names. People should recognise Michael Gurr as readily as they would Tennessee Williams. Australians don't tend to think like that about their writers, says Mellor. Only Williamson and possibly Louis Nowra have that kind of reputation as yet.

"I always thought the writers would just emerge as great forces but if they're not nurtured they won't. And I hate the fact that some of our great people like Dorothy Hewitt just get dropped." He hopes that writers "will grow old in this country, continuing to blossom in different ways rather than grow stale."

He will encourage older writers to nurture the newer ones "by taking an interest, by becoming dramaturgs." Some, such as Alma de Groen, Louis Nowra and  Stephen Sewell, he says, are very good at it .

The 1994 season includes two commercial plays which Mellor hopes will increase the dishearteningly low subscriber list and subsidise productions of newer untried work. Mellor assumes  that David Wiliamson's Sanctuary, although it marks a move away from his populist scripts which have done country-wide tours, will attract a large crowd.

His other commercial choice is the new Steve Martin play, Picasso at the Lapin Agile ,which had its first workshop production at Playbox with a group of local actors under the direction of Neil Armfield.  Mellor believes that it will not only attract a local crowd but it is reason to "celebrate a blow for Australian Theatre." He decided it would "be more helpful to Australian play writing in the long run to put it in even though it isn't Australian."

Mellor, in addition to expanding the Sunday afternoon Theatre in the Raw program, is initiating an elaborate and effective program of development for new scripts. Three or more scripts will have a cast and director and a one week run in a theatre after a main production.

"We'd like more work to be seen because that's where the writers really learn. You can workshop them forever but until you actually get those scripts out of their writers' hands and give them to actors performing and really try it out in front of an audience."

Mellor says this requires "a brave audience". That sort of person who can see things in progress- not the sort of people who come in and say 'Oh that's not good enough ..' and just judge and kill."

Mellor thinks Australians are far too tough on new work. "We want them all to be perfect and if they're not perfect...It's something in the Australian psyche "'if it's not perfect kick it out.' Reviews of new works at the National Theatre in London acknowledge that " it's raw.... then along comes a wonderful success and people get excited. But that big success couldn't have happened without the others. And we don't seem to swallow that."

Some people, particularly in Melbourne, would argue that a Writers' Theatre is dead and that an Auteur-ensemble is the only theatre. Mellor thought they sounded like very young people. 

"We've all been through that kind of thing," he laughs. " Those directors egos will always be there... I'm much more interested in the integrity of people like Neil Armfield who will actually nurture the vision of the writer." This century has basically been a Directors' Theatre he says, and he wants to alter that.

He believes the auteur theatre will and should continue "and no doubt we will feed from it and it will effect the way we do our work. And certainly some of the pieces such as Disturbing the Dust in the season are put there because they are playing with form." 

Pressure from those who want to change the nature of our industry keeps us all alive and fresh but if we were to do exclusively the avant-garde' theatre, " we would probably kill the industry overnight ." Wouldn't we all get bored with  deconstructed text, white face, dirt on the floor and lots of chanting.

"We've all been through that kind of thing," he laughs. " Those directors egos will always be there.... I'm much more interested in the integrity of people like Neil Armfield who will actually nurture the vision of the writer." This century has basically been a Directors' Theatre he says, and he wants to alter that.

He believes the auteur theatre will and should continue. “No doubt, we will feed from it and it will effect the way we do our work. And certainly some of the pieces such as Disturbing the Dust in the season are put there because they are playing with form."
Pressure from those who want to change the nature of our industry keeps us all alive and fresh but if we were to do exclusively the avant-garde' theatre, " we would probably kill the industry overnight ."

Wouldn't we all get bored with  deconstructed text, white face, dirt on the floor and lots of chanting?

He is more concerned to " actually effect the writers so that the writers start to think visually ." He is planning a workshops for writers to develop movement and visual elements in their writing. He describes the script as "a score", for which the direction, the acting, the design etc. can solve many problems.

 He would like us to suspend our judgmental selves and allow the work to develop in a positive and supportive environment. He would like the word "good" to be abandoned and for the work to become " worthwhile and interesting - a valuable experience ." Here's hoping Playbox under the inspired direction of Aubrey Mellor,  nurtures plenty of "valuable" plays in the next few years.

Kate Herbert 7.11 .93

Sunday, 18 July 1993

Remember -Jenny Kemp 18 July 1993

 

Interview about Jenny Kemp’s new play. with cast Margaret Cameron, Margaret Mills, Robert Menzies (actors) and David Symons (assistant director)

Article by Kate Herbert

18 July 1993

This article was published in The Melbourne Times after 18 July 1993

 

Jenny Kemp's company working on her new play Remember seemed dazed like people who had been astral travelling rather than rehearsing all morning. In the Church Hall rehearsal space in Gardenvale, Margaret Cameron, Margaret Mills, Robert Menzies (actors) and David Symons (assistant director) were themselves like characters in a dream. It was an interesting challenge to interview them, at their request, en masse in this strange other-worldly, dream-like atmosphere.

 

The content of this piece, says Cameron who, with Mills, has worked on this project since its inception two years ago, "is about the mind, memory, imagination, fantasy and reality and dream." These are favoured topics of Ms. Kemp as demonstrated in previous works such as Call of the Wild and White Hotel.

 

Kemp's style generally involves a non-linear narrative structure but in this case there is a story. Mills describes it as, "a woman attempting to integrate a trauma." "Trying to remember," adds Cameron. The woman, Moderna, has entered a shonky business deal with a man who subsequently rapes her. She is in hospital trying to remember and to heal herself both physically and mentally. The references are both personal and socio-political.

 

Do not be deceived. The presence of a "narrative" does not mean that the form of the play is conventional. "There are two time narratives that are actually fairly coherent", says Menzies. "Pre-rape and post-rape which are often played simultaneously. But it is in the interweaving of these two narratives that there is an element of confusion which is kind of built into the work itself." Moderna "goes somewhere", says Symons. "From a point of not remembering to remembering", says Mills.

 

Time is elastic. Kemp sees the piece overthrowing the constraints of linear time. She wants to " 'disorganise' conventional patterns and cause 'cracks' and fissures' through which a more inner world can seep." (Attacking the Constraints of Linear Time, J Kemp).

 

The four all agree that the audience should be able to drift in and out of the piece. Time can be taken to feel, to dream.

 

So here the content meets the form. If the content is like that, says Cameron, then the form necessarily must reflect these issues. It is not uncommon that the content of a piece becomes the form (Remember McLuhan? "The medium is the message") Interestingly, as I watch these people responding from their dream-like, Jungian, mythic, exotic place, I see the form has also invaded the personal territory of the creators. They, to some degree, are living it - not as a method actor might do with a character but they have been penetrated by the very form and tone of the dream and mystery.

 

This project may sound like an intense inner world, but the company insists that Remember  is a spectacle, that it is extravagant visually, a big picture, animated. There are also "lots of ordinary, funny places," says Cameron.

 

 There is a variety of genres employed: surrealism, naturalism, expressionism. The surrealism of French painter Delvaux is the location, the set, the landscape, according to Cameron. Naturalistic scenes give "moments of grounding" for the audience.  Menzies describes the actors as at times real people in real situations, or embodiments of emotions, mere mouthpieces for words or simply physical presences.  For the actors this can be confusing but exciting.

 

One element which seems intrinsic to the piece is song. The six songs by Dalmazio Barbare draw on styles as diverse as cabaret, recitative, classical opera and ballad. Menzies emphasises the ironic role of the songs and their placement within the play. Mills says "They come to her when she needs them.... when she needs lightening up." For Cameron, they represent the most creative and highly imaginative possibilities. They are in the woman's psyche, says Cameron because, in this piece, "there is no other place." They are healing, thinks Symons and are also "a way of giving greater form to something prosaic", he says.

 

The transforming and transporting effect of music is essential to this work. As we talked these actors were struggling to label their process and their potential product until we came upon the notion of "orchestration". "It is like a piece of music" says Cameron. They play their notes and seek the balance, the nuance, their placement. Evidently in early rehearsals, remembers Menzies, Kemp divided the play into "themes and variations" and used musical terminology to expound her concept. This musicality may explain why it is so difficult to communicate in words the nature of the work.

 

These people rehearsing in an old church hall are not only actors in this piece. They are threads in a weaving, patterns in a fabric, notes in a musical score, thoughts in a universal consciousness. They are components of a whole. It is no surprise, then, that it was essential for them to discuss this work as an ensemble. It is the ensemble.

 

KATE HERBERT

18.7.1993

Thursday, 2 July 1992

Sex Diary of an Infidel, July 2, 1992


Sex Diary of an Infidel by Michael Gurr
Playbox Theatre
Beckett Theatre until July 18, 1992
Reviewer: Kate Herbert on or about July 2, 1992
Published in print in The Melbourne Times in July 1992

There is quite a lot of sex on stage in this new play from Michael Gurr. Not the lurid se x one might expect from a story of exploitation in the Philippines but surprisingly, the sex hat comes of immediate attraction or intimacy.

Jean, an award-winning journalist (Janet Andrewartha), takes her devoted lover and photojournalist Martin (Kevin Harrington), to investigate the sex trade in the Philippines. She interviews Max, an Australian expatriate played with a delightfully wry touch by Roger Oakley, who runs an escort agency. His ‘special’ worker is Tony, the Philippino gender-bender played tastefully by Anthony Wong.

There the story about the ‘trade’ ends. This is a play which looks at the infidelity of the title in the broadest possible way. Disguise, deception, lies and manipulation seem to be rife. Some are victims, some perpetrators. The story becomes an expose of the tricks of the relationship trade rather than the sex industry.

Michael Gurr’s writing is sensitive and funny. The dialogue is subtle, layered and riddled with irony. Characters build slowly and the story is revealed in surprising and short bursts, like the guerilla fire of the Philippino insurgents.

Bruce Myles’ very stylish direction keeps all characters onstage throughout in an almost voyeuristic role. They peep and eavesdrop on each other’s conversations but the director never allows them to intrude on the dynamic of the scene. This is enhanced by a very interesting and flexible stage design by Judith Cobb.

 Performances are very strong in this company, indicating intelligent casting and direction.  Kevin Harrington’s Martin is appealingly gauche and adoring, and Janet Andrewartha is a sound lynchpin for the story. Anthon Wong lights up the stage on each appearance and is effectively balanced by his pimp, played by Roger Oakley.

Some script problems arise in the second half. Action escalates too quickly. Information about the pasts of the characters rattles along like gunfire but it seems that the story turns on some rather unlikely or, at least, unclear events and both story and characters become a little muddy.

This is a fine new play for Melbourne’s flourishing theatre scene. It is engaging, clever and – whose sex diary is it anyway?

By Kate Herbert July 1992

Thursday, 4 June 1992

Richard III, Bell Shakespeare, June 4, 1992


Written by William Shakespeare
By Bell Shakespeare
At The Atheneaum 1, Collins St Melbourne
Published in The Melbourne Times on June 10, 1992
Reviewer: Kate Herbert
Reviewed June 4, 1992

An hour is a long time in politics ­– and if you are the deformed, unfinished, sent-before-your-time Plantagenet son, it is plenty of time to knock off most of the opposition for the crown. John Bell’s production of Richard III, with himself in the tile role, dispatches  both characters and scenes most successfully, and with summary and royal speed.

Bell has a decorative and comic production of the play. It has a lively tempo which is echoed by the prancing, obsequious and charming villain whom Bell portrays in a virtuoso performance. He is supported by a generally very strong cast. Anna Volska as the disenfranchised and prophetic Queen Margaret is magnetic and seen all too briefly. James Wardlaw as Buckingham is effete, sleek and riveting while Christopher Stollery plays Catesby as a divertingly comic ‘bovver boy’.

The production is designed impeccably in both the visual elements and the movement of the actors in space. The broad, arch comic strokes of the characters are met by the design. Bell has created a choral effect with groups of actors, and composes beautiful images with people on stage. The stony plainness of the castle walls designed by Michael Scott-Mitchell, acts as a fine contrast to the luridly coloured kitchery of the eccentric and exciting costumes by Sue Field. Shakespeare meets Dick Tracey and the Jetsons and Dr. Seuss combine with Regency design.

The first half of the performance on opening night was rich and delighted the audience. There was some flagging of the pace and consequent loss of dynamic during the battle scenes in the second half, but this seems to be inherent in the text. The choreography of the fights was problematic but may have been partly due to the confined stage space of the Atheneaum stage.

At one time only did the relentless pace seem to adversely affect the performance. Lady Ann, the subject of Richard’s amorous and politically motivated advances, seems too quickly to succumb to Richard’s unwanted attentions. I am being picky.

Bell’s Richard seems as much motivated by the petulant boredom of the rich and idle as by megalomania. He nothing better to do so why not kill off a few people and become king? It makes him a naughty, almost childlike and adorable villain, hell-bent on entertaining himself with his rise to the throne. It is a wonderfully sexy and refreshing interpretation of a pearl of a role.

 More power to him. If only he could find a horse.

By Kate Herbert


Tuesday, 10 March 1992

'Gender in Australian Theatre', March 1992


'Gender in Australian Theatre'
Writer:  Kate Herbert
The Melbourne Times. Published around March 1992
My first article ever for The Melbourne Times
Arts Editor: Robin Usher

The gender landscape approaching the 21st century is changing at such a breathtaking rate it is a wonder men and women recognise each other when they crawl into bed at night. Perhaps somewhere in unrecorded history, men and women negotiated shopping, work, child-care, sensitivity, sex and fidelity. Who can tell?

What the new men’s movement seems to be saying is that men are confused about traditional roles but have nothing with which to replace them. Men don’t know how they are supposed to act any more. Are they blokes or SNAGS? On the other side of the gender fence the role models that the Women’s Movement created in the 60s and 70s are no longer relevant in the lifestyle of women in the 90s.

The arts will always intersect withe the prevailing social and inter-personal patterns. Playwright, particularly, have the opportunity to explore human relationships in a way unavailable to any other art form, creating three-dimensional forms of  the complex lives of modern, urban people.

There has been a spate of local plays dealing with these issues. Liz Jones from La mama says she has been receiving an increasing number of such scripts, predominantly by women, about personal relationships.

Three plays recently i production in Melbourne, and all written by young women,, Wolf (being staged at Playbox) and Mistress by Tobsha Learner, and Ridge’s Lovers by Joann Murray-Smith. All three are depicting what is commonly and cryptically dubbed post-feminism. Each raises issues of relationships and gender confusion.

The irksome personal problems between men and women are not new fodder for the playwright. Look at Medea, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Nor and Torvald in A Doll’s House. Australian contemporary theatre has followed this noble heritage.

Summer of the Seventeenth Doll in the 50s looked at the working class and the long-term, long-distance relationships between two cane-cutters and their girlfriends.  The Removalists penetrated the violence of the domestic home in the 70s and put it under th microscope, while Don’s Party stripped off the veneer of the middle-class lefties and revealed their inconsistencies.

In the early 80s, Hannie Rayson’s Room To Move shifted the focus to the emerging new relationships of the time. Men were cooking, housekeeping and emoting. Women were working and asserting themselves. Love affairs were no longer just being ignored or simply tolerated, they were being negotiated, for goodness’ sake!

The women created by Murray-Smith and Learner epitomise the more recent struggle to integrate feminism with the New Conservatism of the 80s. In Ridge’s Lovers, Elle is an attractive, cool and decorative bitch who uses her lover for sex and adoration and shuns a domestic relationship. She defies most feminist principles except independence of spirit. Stephanie dreams about a career as an actor but fantasises about marriage and domestic bliss. Julia is simple but inarticulate.

They speak aloud some of the embarrassing fantasies and secret scripts of modern women. They dream of being stick-insect thin, being able to toss on any old thing and look fabulous, wearing lacy underwear (presumably without feeling foolish or guilty), and about the Latin lover who whisks tem off to an Italian villa.

The compromise continues. In Mistress Diana Cunningham subjugates her own career to her husband’s. His mistress, Helen, waits in the wings for him to leave is wife. The young Aphrodite treats her boyfriend like a demi-god. I Wolf, Damien Lupus’ wife, Deirdre, may be a successful politician but she suffers from Daniel’s continual affairs. Toni is constantly in love with unavailable men and the art school student uses Daniel to advance her career and has absolutely no sense of sisterhood. It’s enough to make die-hard feminists give up and wear frilly blouses.

These characters are still looking toward the old male models to rescue them. In the plays, a man representing a very traditional role is central to the plot and the women are like Russian satellites revolving around him. The pattern of women identifying themselves through men is ubiquitous. It is heartening that, at the end of Mistress, all three women try to extricate themselves from their dilemma.

The poor men do not fare so well.  They remain unresolved and unredeemed. Ridge searches for this ideal women in a composite of all three lovers, although he is interested in marrying the only one who does not want him. Familiar? Daniel Lupus is a Casanova, a ‘root rat’, a compulsive seducer who does not even have the imagination to think up new lines of seduction for each new conquest.  Familiar? Richard Cunningham is an unattractive example of the lapsed hippy-socialist that was breeding unchecked on university campuses in the 70s his politics lapsing conveniently with his Catholicism when he became a wealthy celebrity journalist.

All three men have an uncontrollable desire to possess squillions of women. Don Juan had nothing on these guys. In the end, though, they are more to be pitied than admired.

According to Rose Rothfield, a psychoanalyst, the Don Juan is a common male psychological phenomenon. “Don Juan is trying terribly hard to be a man and, to prove it, he sleeps with a lot of women. It’s not enough proof. He has to do it again and again.” He is a wolf. Learner says that women, too, may be wolves, but very few women make a lifelong vocation of it.

Yes, we all recognise the Don Juan, and the females in these plays may be vocalising he deep and dark secrets of women out there. Audiences may recognise themselves in the stereotypes on the stage. But do these stereotypes challenge our ideas or broaden our thinking, or do they simply confirm what we believe to be the truth? Does it matter?

Write and lecturer in Women’s Studies, Phillippa Rothfield, suggests that theatre can deal with issues and concerns, or it can merely depict. She questions whether it is sufficient simply to portray these gender-role confusions. 

Here we stumble upon the glaringly obvious question: should theatre written by women be feminist in perspective and political in intention? Must it be emancipatory? Indeed, is theatre written by women the same thing as Women’s Theatre?

Whether theatre can affect the very fabric of society is a moot point. It may simply reflect previous change through a warped mirror.

Is it unreasonable to expect theatre written by women in Australia in the 90s to have some impact on the gender debate? Phillippa Rothfield says that women’s theatre is not just one thing any more. It is no longer just Agit-Prop political statements of liberation.

But she also says, “There is a responsibility to bring issues to bear in as open as possible a manner,” She dos, however, have concerns about feminist authoritarianism and policing tendencies. Writing by women is policed in a way men’s writing is not. Women will just not let up on each other.

If we take these three plays as examples, women will not let up on men either. The images of the 90s are disheartening. Is it possible or appropriate for women to write characters representing the modern man? Much f the dialogue about gender in society has emanated from the feminist writers. We have a great deal of information to act as signposts for women but men have, until recently, left each other out in the cold.

Peter McMillan, writer of Men, Sex and Other Secrets, says, “Men are angry at women saying over and over again that men are this and men are that.”

He thinks it is pointless for men to complain about what women are saying if they refuse to participate in the dialogue between genders. “If they don’t like what’s being written or said they need to give a positive model and a rational response.” If women playwrights are not writing accurate representations of the 90s man, then men need to write them themselves.

This is not to suggest we need fewer plays from women. We have not seen enough new works from women yet.  Fidelius Morgan, in Female Wits (Virago 1980), write that on the London stage from 1920-980, fewer plays by women were performed than were played by the two major theatre companies from 1660-1720. It would seem those figures have been replicated during the same period in Australia and little has changed.

More women writers are emerging now who warrant support from th local theatre community. To state the obvious, women and men are different and we need as many and as varied voices as possible writing bout them for the theatre.

In this post-feminist era, it is not clear if playwrights have a responsibility in relation to gender issues. Art has always reflected life but it has not necessarily mirrored positive images. People are finding it difficult enough to keep up with the heady rate of change in both societal and personal arenas, let alone trying to create art which accurately represents the complexity of gender roles.

Theatre may choose to comment on th gender conflict. It mat also continue simply to entertain us. There is nothing wrong with entertainment. The label ‘post-feminism’ may mean that feminism’ has finally passed us by. It may simply mean that we should expect to receive the occasional holiday postcard from it!

By Kate Herbert April-May 1992
First article for The Melbourne Times

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