Sunday, 22 May 1994

Antigone, Jean Anouilh, Melbourne French Theatre, 22 May 1994

THEATRE

Antigone by Jean Anouilh

By Melbourne French Theatre & Theatre of Spheres

At North Melbourne Town Hall till May 29, 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 22 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 22 May 1994

 

Jean Anouilh's Antigone explores the emotional, personal and philosophical to a greater degree than Euripides' play.

 

Both Creon and Antigone are intractable. She follows her beliefs and heart, he his duty which involves defiling the body of Antigone's brother, Polynices, and the execution of Antigone. We know tragedy is at hand so, like voyeurs, we watch the complexities of the moral debate.

 

Anouilh's Antigone is childish, petulant, defiant yet potent. Her rebellion threatens Creon's public profile. Alice Garner's Antigone is naive and feisty but could further explore the emotional extremes.

 

 Julia Zemiro as Chorus, the commentator and facilitator of the action, is a commanding and witty presence and the most magnetic and arresting performer.

 

 Alison Scarfe's design is startling icy white on white with scattered cubes, spheres and metallic cones. The playing space is defined by a floor cloth of abstract dove motif and bolts of muslin stretching like beams of light to the ceiling echoed by dramatic lighting by Daniel Zika.

 

The collaboration with Theatre of Spheres has allowed a more experimental production for the MFT. Kirsten Von Bibra's production in the North Melbourne Town hall utilises the majestic dimensions of the space by using slides and synchronised movement. A barely audible electronic soundscape by Natasha Moszenin creates an atmosphere of tension and drama.

 

These elements at times inform the dialogue and narrative and at others are merely a distraction. The dreamlike quality and the restricted playing space flatten the dynamic of the script and gives passionate interactions a restrained feel.

 

Anouilh's language is lyrical, imagistic and evocative. The production is much richer if you speak French but it a visual treat if you do not.

 

KATE HERBERT

Love and Other Sharp Objects, by Julie Anne O'Brien with Woolly Jumpers _REVIEW_ 22 May 1994

 THEATRE

At Union Theatre, Melbourne University June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 22 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 22 May 1994

 

Love and other sharp objects such as sex, lust, sexual preference, pregnancy, abandonment, all feature in the Woolly Jumpers latest show, Love and Other Sharp Objects. It is directed by Noel Jordan and devised by the company with writer Julie Anne O'Brien.

 

This show has a vigour which it borrows from pop culture. It uses sampled drumming and guitar music, pop lyrics, club dancing, video clip style footage and movement and fast episodic scenes which grab the attention of a teenage audience weaned on ad breaks.

 

Four actors play a range of teenagers with a spectrum of problems. One story line deals with Anna an Italian 15-year-old who has sex for the first time, to get it over with really, then finds she is pregnant. Another deals with Melissa, the "slut" who wants to be loved and her friendship with Cameron who realises he is gay.

 

The dialogue is witty, well observed with the naivete of teenagers who want to be grown-ups. "If I’m gay, everybody'll think I'm a poof," says Cameron.

 

The music is great, lyrics are good and all four actors can sing. Songs are injected to add energy and appropriately do not simply echo the content of the scenes.  Jordan's intermittent solo club dancing is effective at times in emphasising the sexual energy on stage but is gratuitous and distracting at others.

 

The style shifts from abstraction and a dream like filmic quality to naturalism, to pop song. The eclectic quality of the production has many advantages but there is no core style. This, in conjunction with the multi-story lines, eventually leaves it fragmented, cluttered and superficial.

 

A play for teenagers cannot cover all bases, all types, all problems. But the teenage audience seemed to like it heaps and be embarrassed by its reflection of their lives. Cool!

KATE HERBERT

Sunday, 15 May 1994

The Grapes of Wrath adapted by John Galati, REVIEW, Melbourne Theatre Company, 13 May 1994

 THEATRE

By Melbourne Theatre Company

At (Playhouse Theatre, Melbourne Arts Centre, runs until June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 135 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 15 May 1994

 

Prohibitive costs ensure we rarely see large casts in productions unless they have toe-tappin' chorus lines, so it is exciting to see Roger Hodgman fill the Playhouse stage with twenty-one actors and musicians in John Galati's adaptation of John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath.

 

The play has the epic proportions of Steinbeck's novel. It follows the journey of the Joad's, a family of Oklahoma farmers (Okies), to California, land of sun, grapes and work. They have been driven off their leased land like thousands of others in 1938 and seek a new life. Their poor, isolated but peaceful lives are replaced by the deprivation, violation and abuse often afforded refugees.

 

Roger Hodgman has effectively cast quirky, skilful actors including the very funny James Wardlaw. Jeremy Sims is excellent as an intense and brooding Tommy, the eldest son who returns worldly-wise from gaol. The interesting relationship is between Tom and Casey, the lapsed preacher-come-socialist activist, played with sympathy and intelligence by Robert Menzies.

 

Annie Phelan is Ma Joad, the matriarch pivotal to the narrative and family. Her performance is detailed, moving and funny and her pain palpable as she witnesses the disintegration of her family.

 

Tony Tripp's remarkable and simple backcloth leaves space for epic scenes and a vintage car and it is exciting to see characters who are victims of the elements, leaping with abandon into real water. Exceptional lighting by Jamieson Lewis and simplicity of staging by Hodgman serve the story, emphasising the slow dripping away of their livelihood, energy and dignity. Crowd scenes are quite static compositions, but this keeps the focus on central characters.

 

Emotion is withheld in these characters who rarely touch lest they shatter. The emotional and narrative gaps are filled by the extraordinary and evocative live music, which layers the characters and narrative as does an opera score. Gerry Hales and Broderick Smith sing and play innumerable instruments and Smith can act too. Any gaps in the narrative caused by adapting such a huge novel are overcome by the music.

 

You could hear a feather drop as the story escalated to an intensely moving final image. We are left with an overview of a decimated family, a blasted social landscape of abused workers, and poverty of spirit. It is a life-death -life cycle. Out of death rises a phoenix.

Friday, 13 May 1994

Glengarry Glen Ross by David Mamet, by Hoy Polloy_REVIEW_13 May 1994

 THEATRE

At Adelphia Studios Chapel St Fitzroy, until June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 13 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 13 May 1994

 

Glengarry Glen Ross has all the trademarks of David Mamet, not the least of which is scads of "F....ing". 

 

 G.G. Ross crawls inside the hole of real estate salesmen during the last week of a sales competition. The winner gets a Cadillac, the second gets steak knives and the other two get fired. Needless to say they are cut-throat, frantic, stressed and ready to do anything including stealing the "leads" which will get them the requisite sales.

 

This is a challenging script handled admirably by director Wayne Pearn. The dialogue is difficult, riddled with scattered thoughts, broken sentences, overlapping, swearing and colloquialisms. The pacing is crucial and some of the actors handled it well.

 

The characters are unremittingly ghastly jerks. There is the hapless and desperate Levene, the smarmy office manager, Williamson and an inarticulate wimp, Aaranow and the abrasive Moss: all credible and appropriately irksome.

 

The magnetic performance was from Ben Shaw as the fast-talking Ricky Roma, the top salesman with the deadly charm of a cobra.

 

The rhythms are frenetic, the relationships intense and the atmosphere fraught. These guys are desperate to win. "Never open your mouth till you know the shot." Translation: "Make sure you know which lie to tell."

 

 If you've never seen Mamet, get a look at this.

 

By Kate Herbert

Saturday, 7 May 1994

Tanya and Kit by Harry Cripps, La Mama, REVIEW, 7 May 1994

THEATRE

At La Mama, until June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 7 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 7 May 1994

 

Two women meet in an apartment and both believe they live there. They become intimates, familiars, inseparable. Harry Cripps' Pintersque script is interesting, involving and funny. It comes to life with the two actors, Sarah Chadwick and Sophie Lee who have a great rapport on stage.

 

Chadwick plays Tanya, a "sleek and dangerous" woman with an unspecified executive position.  Her performance is masterly, her presence magnetic, her timing and delivery impeccable. Lee has a charming ingenuousness as Kit.

 

This is a quirky play which works on many levels although it incorporates some improbable left-field plot elements. Really worth a late-night look.

 

Kate Herbert

Last Chance Gas by Steve Taylor & Kevin Dinsley, La Mama, REVIEW, 7 May 1994

THEATRE

At La Mama, until June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 7May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 7 May 1994

 

Russell Hoban, in Ridley Walker, created a bastardised English language in keeping with his post nuclear holocaust fictional world. Similarly, in Last Chance Gas, Steve Taylor & Kevin Dinsley have fabricated a garble which is both poetic and comprehensible.

 

Jim Daly plays the extraordinary proprietor (Priata) of the last gas stop on a long road. Hapless customers must "do" for him: entertain him in order to obtain "juice". Their antics are wild and almost vaudevillian as they tap dance, sing, perform feats of magic and gymnastics. If he is not pleased he blithely slaughters them.

This piece exaggerates our modern obsession with petrol. The customers writhe in orgasmic delight as Priatsa, rather grossly, "pees" the juice into their ears. Really.

 

Daly is exceptional as Priata. He is hilarious, making the language and action credible, and he is well supported by a physically adept Thomas Wright as Ferul, his slavish doggie.

 

Rosalie Zycher's direction is very physical, vigorous and challenging but the rest of the cast struggle with text, character and concept. The production is violent, funny and exciting at times but, by the end, the idea that "the world is fucked" palls and we want something more in the narrative.

 

by Kate Herbert

 

Friday, 6 May 1994

Cosi by Louis Nowra , MTC, REVIEW, May 6 1994

THEATRE

By Melbourne Theatre Company

At MTC Russell Street Theatre until June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 6 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 6 May 1994

 

Comedy writers have for years made us laugh at the expense of the afflictions of others. Mental illness is a veritable lolly shop full of gags for Louis Nowra in Cosi.

 

Louis (Christopher Gabardi), an amateur theatre director fresh from the political hotbed of a 1971 university, is thrown to the wolves by a dickhead social worker (Ernie Gray) to direct a cast of nutters in Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte.

 

Nowra cares little for narrative in Cosi, so it is virtually plot-free, but the results are hilarious.

 

While uni students were doing recreational drugs, asylum victims were being subjected to pharmaceuticals and shock treatment. But Nowra knows nothing is sacred in comedy. He's wicked.  Zac, the pianist (Hugh Wayland) crashes head-first onto the keyboard from lithium overload. Doug, a pyromaniac, (Kim Gyngell) sets cats alight. (Don't phone the RSPCA cat-lovers. It's only a play.)

 

The stage is peopled with disordered personalities: an over-eater, a junky, a compulsive-obsessive played with great comic detail by Pamela Rabe, and Henry, a stammering barrister, played sympathetically by Charles Tingwell. The only truly emotional moment is when the withdrawn and inarticulate Henry spits and gasps his anguish about his father, women and traitors.

 

The 'leading man" in this lunatic farce is Roy whose condition is "annoying and supercilious bossiness", portrayed with energy and delight by Barry Otto. He indulges in amateur histrionics and has forced the group to perform Mozart. who suffers even more than Louis.

 

Zac insists on playing Wagner on piano accordion, Louis cuts the arias because no-one can sing and replaces the poisoning with shock treatment for relevance. 

 

Louis' warmth and humanity overcome his need to appease his smug girlfriend and arrogant director pal who condemn him for doing a conservative romance when he should stage Brecht and march in the Moratorium. Louis prefers to help the lunatics to experience something creative (albeit weird). At least they are honest loonies.

 

Nadia Tass's direction has made the most of the hilarity and clown qualities of the characters and dialogue and she takes theatrical risks playing scenes in total darkness but the production lacks pace. The script seems to be careering toward the pay-off: a frenetic, Keystone Cops ending but the sluggish pace makes it anti-climactic.

 

By Kate Herbert

Sanctuary by David Williamson, Playbox, REVIEW, 6 May 1994

THEATRE

At Merlyn Theatre Malthouse, by Playbox Theatre until June 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around 6 May 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after 6 May 1994

 

David Williamson believes many of the world's problems are caused by that pesky ole male hormone, testosterone which forces men to compete for the highest status, the last word, the most desirable babe. "Mine's bigger 'n yours".

 

Williamson has chosen to say this in a play of a smaller scale than usual. Sanctuary is an intimate script set in Shaun Gurton's awesome granite design in the Merlyn Theatre with only two actors: the inimitable Robert Grubb and Felix Williamson (Yes, he's related). Direction by Aubrey Mellor is brisk and taut so that the play moves along at a cracking pace.

 

The play deals with personal and global issues with less social satire and fewer glib lines than Brilliant Lies or Money and Friends and is dramatically more successful. Sanctuary examines man's capacity to sell out his beliefs for a buck (40 million bucks in King's case) and exposes the hypocrisy beneath the moral indignation of our political watchdogs.

 

Grubb plays Robert "Bob" King, a voluble, charismatic and internationally renowned political journalist who has relinquished a lucrative US TV news contract in order to improve his golf handicap in the North of Queensland. He lives in a millionaire's fortress-like estate, his "sanctuary" from the evils of humanity which he has loathed in his journalistic peregrinations.

 

Enter a pompous, anally retentive, PhD student of Communications, John Alderston (Williamson) to shatter the outward calm of King's luxury. He is writing about King's colourful career but rather than doing a lively psychological study, he prefers to embed impeccably researched facts in long-winded verbiage. His social and personal style is in direct opposition to that of his subject, the florid rogue journo.

 

Felix Williamson looks out of his depth as the nerd although, admittedly, the first act is chockas with information-giving which can be unsuccessful dialogue.  His performance lacked subtlety, being either poorly articulated or bellowed. He is no match for a seasoned performer like Grubb who is vivid and convincing as the shameless self-promoter. I suspect the performance may settle after recovering from first night nerves.

 

The script takes a quantum leap in the second act. The often-stilted rhetoric of the first act gives way to a shocking, violent and more emotionally charged scenario. This holier-than- thou, politically correct dork, reveals a dark and inhumane streak which makes King's choice to bury the truth about the US army in Guatamala look like hiding your jam sandwiches at school.

 

KATE HERBERT 

 

Friday, 29 April 1994

Strategy for Two Hams by Raymond Cousse, Anthill Theatre, April 29 1994

THEATRE

At Anthill Theatre until, May 15 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around April 29 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after April 29 1994

 

Strategy for Two Hams by Raymond Cousse shares themes of incarceration and prison psychosis with Someone Who'll Watch Over Me. But instead of the predicament of Beirut hostages, it witnesses he last hours of a pig on Death Row at the slaughterhouse under the supervision of a cretinous swineherd. 


Cousse draws unsettling parallels between piggy lives and the human condition. The pig obsesses about humanism, philosophy, morality, freedom of action and freedom of thought. The depressing existential dilemmas seen in Kids' Stuff are again present. The pig, like any condemned person, awaits death, rambling and reminiscing like an old digger about his life.

 

This hog seems more concerned with details such as the dimensions of his "cell" or the position of his bucket. The latter is a statement about his freedom of choice. It is a sad little detail, an outward sign of the last vestiges of his dignity.

 

He is proud of his small achievements. How he has cared for his hams, taking to the meadows to enrich them. He is like the animal, bred for eating, in Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Universe. which comes proudly to the table so the diner may select his cut.

 

This sad, helpless creature faces with equanimity his last hours. Slaughter is his destiny.  He even boasts of how, in his youth, he took his hams to the meadows to enrich them. His can barely wait to get to the dinner plate.

 

Counterpointing this poignancy against the humour and the grossness of the images of slaughter had the potential to move an audience deeply. Unfortunately, this potential remains unrealised in Jean Pierre Mignon's production. Mignon, who also directed the original production in 1982, has kept an unnecessarily tight rein on both the actor Ian Scott and the play's dynamic range.

 

The smart wordiness of Cousse's text is testament to its origins as a novel. In this production it translates as almost a lecture-demonstration. It demands a vigorous physicality to enhance and enliven the semantic arguments of this bucolic pig.

 

Scott's usually hilarious clowning and wry humour are seen only intermittently. He is somehow not quite credible as the pig not merely because he lacks the porky corpulence of Cousse who lost 30 kilograms to perform the original production. When he is allowed to get physical by the middle of his performance, the show takes a dynamic leap and, as the season progresses this energy may translate to the rest of the play.

 

By Kate Herbert

 

 

Tuesday, 19 April 1994

Steven Berkoff: One Man – The Tell-Tale Heart, Actor, Dog, April 19 1994

THEATRE

At Athenaeum Theatre April 19 to 23 April 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around April 22 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after April 22 1994

 

Steven Berkoff likes to be watched; watched with admiration, even adoration. Unlike most theatre actors, he is a celebrity who attracts acolytes, many of whom were present at the opening of One Man. "If he moves clap him," is their motto.

 

For over two hours he is alone on stage. His detractors might suggest that this is because nobody can work with such an ego. Fans would argue that he fills the stage with his enormous presence and needs no supporting cast.

 

In all three pieces: The Tell-Tale Heart, Actor and Dog, Berkoff demonstrates he is a master of theatrical technique. He plays all roles, shifting effortlessly and precisely between madman and old man in The Tell-Tale Heart and between actor, mother, father, various wives and casting directors in Actor. His transformation from Bovva Boy to Bull Terrier in Dog is uncannily accurate and instantaneous.

 

Berkoff is a master of body and voice. His vocal gymnastics are dizzying albeit sometimes unnecessarily elaborate, and his creation of space objects through mime is extraordinary. In fact his skill is so palpable, we often watch the technique not the drama.

 

This is particularly so in The Tell-Tale Heart, Berkoff’s adaptation of Poe's story of a lunatic who murders an old man whose "vulture's eye" distresses him. He seems to spotlight the mechanics of his work by indicating and almost satirising his own method.

 

Berkoff is a masterly clown. The Bovva Boy in Dog, is a terrifying but hilarious portrayal, heightened to the bizarre, of a violent Cockney thug. Clowns utilise repetition to advantage and Berkoff is no exception. We watch him milk a laugh by repeating it over and over, often beyond its natural life (although I suspect the acolytes would have watched till the casting agents came home). He even got laughs from integrating an intrusive aeroplane into the story.

 

His work has always been risky, outrageous, riddled with taboos and often offensive. Remember East? The original draft was too rich even for the progressive actors who read it. Berkoff takes an idea and raises the stakes: " I'll see your grossness and raise you a sadism."

Dog offends with images of the Bovva Boy "tongue-kissing" his pooch who in turn scoffs his vomit. Tasteless - pardon the pun.

 

The most emotionally affecting piece, Actor, is about a permanently "between jobs" actor, is dotted with misogyny which feels uncomfortably like Berkoff's own rather than just that of the character's.

 

There is little emotional contact in these three pieces and although his mastery is unquestionable, one wonders if there is anything for the general public in this show or is it an ego on parade to be stroked by his adoring fellow artists?

 

By Kate Herbert

 

Sunday, 10 April 1994

Tania Lacey in All of Me, REVIEW, Melbourne Comedy Festival, April 10, 1994

COMEDY

At Lower Melbourne Town Hall

Melbourne International Comedy Festival 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around April 10, 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after April 10, 1994

 

In All of Me, Tania Lacey bares nearly all, not only physically but emotionally. You might consider standing on stage in your underwear to be exhibitionism, but the teensy bra and knickers presage the personal revelations and vulnerability which are to follow.

 

All of Me is a one-woman rave, stand-up, cabaret, dance thing in which Lacey reveals her dark secrets about wildly obsessional behaviour with men, ballet, men, food, men, smokes, drinks and – well – more men.

 

The material is personal and truthful. She quips often about her therapist being responsible for the content. It is not unusual for comics to use audiences for therapy, but they don't always own up. Lacey is feisty, spunky and driven on stage.  She struts, dances and yaps, playing herself and various other characters with outrageous energy.

 

There are some very funny sequences about being a "90's woman". Lacey's theory that we are either "Party Girls" who make 'em laugh or "Pouty Girls" who take 'em home, is too close to the truth. Her impressions of "Bad Boys', New Men and Dream Lovers are glaring indictments of our endless capacity to be duped by morons and bastards.

 

Lacey savages not only pouters and men, but also herself.  "I was a fat ballerina." She does a great, abusive fall-down drunk and some very unflattering and truthful whimpering as herself in ‘lerv’ with yet another jerk.

 

The material is nearly stand-up, but the show has a more theatrical edge which is probably its major flaw. There are some jumpy lighting changes and, given that costume changes are on-stage, it seemed unnecessary to black out for anything else. It slowed the show and Lacey is at her best when going hell-for-leather.

 

She runs on a fierce adrenalin and engages an audience readily with both her wild jokiness and her shifts into truthful anguish. These could have been melodramatic if she were not so sincere. The show ends on a rather moving self-revelatory note.  "Other people's laughter always seemed more real than my own." Laughter can mask deep sadness and there is a genuine poignancy which filters through this pacey and hysterical performance.

 

Kate Herbert     10.4.94     380 wds

Act Safe-Physical Theatre and its Risks, April 10, 1994

THEATRE FEATURE

Feature Article: Act Safe- Physical Theatre and its Risks

Writer: Kate Herbert on April 10, 1994

This article was published in The Melbourne Times after April 10, 1994

 

The last few years have borne witness to some gruesome accidents in the theatre.

 

Anni Davey fell head-first breaking her neck during a Circus Oz performance in Perth. Heather Tetu dropped nine metres from a trapeze in her show at Jupiter's Casino in Surfers' Paradise in '92 smashing both ankles and putting her in a wheelchair until recently. She spends 16 hours a day in therapy.

 

An actor in All of Me, the Legs on the Wall show, fell and smashed her jaw during the Adelaide Fringe. Camilla Sobb miraculously survived two shipping containers falling on her during rehearsal for STC's The Visit at the Opera House recently.

 

The Actors' Equity branch of the Media and Entertainment Alliance is at present consolidating a new Health and Safety policy for artists in live performance. Which, says Merryn Canning, Melbourne Equity organiser, has been in the pipeline for at least five years.

 

Insurance covers injuries generally but Canning says that companies seem loth to insure performers. "They think they're wild beasties. I think they have this image of everybody tearing along motorways at four in the morning, coked out of their heads drinking champagne out of bottles. Instead of everybody being tucked up in bed with their milo learning their lines, which is closer to reality cos we're also very poor."

 

 The draft policy, formulated by Sean Marshall, Equity Organiser in Sydney is doing the rounds to offices all over the country. Marshall says that it is geared to mainstream theatre employer-employee relationships.

 

Employer groups are legally bound to take responsibility for safety issues. The problem is that, in the entertainment industry, many artists are self-employed or are engaged in collective work developed outside of the normal worker-employer framework. Individual artists are not always as careful of their own welfare says Canning and they are out of her jurisdiction.

 

Sean Marshall draws comparisons between stunt actors and physical theatre workers. Stunties have very rigorous codes of safety and they are never live. They work on television and film sets where there is a great capacity to cheat the eye and provide safety factors which are unseen by the audience.

 

Osteopath, Stephen Sexton, treats many of the bodies broken and damaged in live performance. He believes that the fatigue of physical performance is a major factor in injury. Extra work is involved in touring, setting up a tent, rigging seating and equipment, doing late shows, multiple performances, working difficult and unfamiliar venues to limited time frames. All this adds to the normally high stress of performance and can reduce concentration and cause accidents.

 

Sexton believes the ego often prevents artists seeing the danger to which they are subjecting themselves when fatigued. Artists will try tricks not suited to their stature or beyond their skill level. 

 

 Obviously it is not just performers who cause accidents. Directors may demand more of their company than is safe or possible through ignorance or exuberance. I have seen unskilled actors hanging by their, running barefoot on unsafe surfaces, bruised or damaged from rehearsals or workshops.

 

Although Sexton suggests that 80-90% of the injuries he treats are the result of performer error, fatigue or over-doing it. Equipment failure, says Sexton, causes much grosser injuries. A trapeze platform fell from under Nikki Ashton recently and, two years ago, a broken foot loop caused Anni Davey's fall from a trapeze.

 

Anni Davey recommends that artists take responsibility for their equipment and therefore their lives, by always checking if not rigging, their own equipment. In some cases the artists are not allowed to rig because of union job demarcations. Artists put their trust in their support staff. Technicians and stagehands are responsible for rigging and safety checks. Davey suggests that technicians, particularly Stage Managers and Production Managers, should be specifically trained in rigging for circus.

 

Davey says many producers crop "bump-in" (set-up) time to cut costs.  Circus Oz tours internationally and is often employed by festival management and festivals like Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney and Edinburgh have a very tight turn-around time on shows. At least a two-day bump-in is essential for Circus but some producers demand one day which is inadequate.

 

Guy Hooper who has worked for Death Defying Theatre, Circus Oz, MRPG and Back to Back, has the dubious honour of being the only person ever to injure himself falling onto an air-bag crash mat.  Having come from a theatre background, Hooper wanted to increase his skills and test his nerve by sitting on a trapeze bar, but he had omitted to learn how to fall properly. He was covered by WorkCare and the Circus looked after him, but Hooper believes it was his responsibility to educate himself.

 

Rigorous and extreme physical theatre training such has Butoh has come into vogue recently bringing physical problems for actors, even though they "are reasonably fit and very committed", Hooper suggests a slow build up to this training is necessary to avoid injury.

 

Hooper was impressed by the attitude of a speaker at the Contemporary Performance Workshops in Sydney in October 1993. This physiotherapist advised artists to avert injury by learning how to maintain their bodies' fitness, flexibility, balance and strength. To emphasise one only can be dangerous. Flexibility without strength can leave joints without muscles to support them.

 

We are yet to see the long-term effects of physical theatre, says Hooper. We have seen dancers with hip replacements and shot knees and are starting to see acrobats with chronic tendonitis from repetitive stressful actions.

 

Physical Theatre now characterises Australian performance. So how we do we change this damaging scenario and preserve the well-being of our artists? Anni Davey fears that being "prescriptive" about safety issues could lead to being "restrictive". Guy Hooper believes more could be done in companies to ensure members have seen demonstrations and understand application of techniques in practice. Stephen Sexton recommends some kind of monitoring of fatigue levels and safety codes.

 

It would seem that it is an issue of education. Artists, directors, trainers, technicians and producers need to be informed of dangers, controls, guidelines and policies and should be encouraged to take responsibility for themselves.

 

One thing is certain. We cannot stop artists performing or taking risks.  Says Sexton, "That's part of being a performer. If you take that away from them, they're not going to be any good, are they?" The physical buzz must be stronger than the survival instinct or Anni Davey would not be hanging off that ol' trapeze again.

 

By Kate Herbert

Saturday, 2 April 1994

Circus Oz -REVIEW- April 2 1994

CIRCUS

Circus Oz At Tent in City Square

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around April 2, 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after April 2, 1994

 

Throw me a safety line! I've just seen Circus Oz! There is nothing like a circus to get your adrenalin going. Vicarious danger is thrilling, physical prowess is awe inspiring and Oz has heaps of both.

 

The show is very loosely based on of a cafe staffed by acrobats. The cafe, however, becomes unnecessary, even intrusive. The most successful characters, the cowgirls and warriors, are unrelated to the theme.

 

The live band, under musical director Julie McGuinness, creates an atmosphere of excitement and magic for the acts. They also fly! Director Stephen Burton has cleverly structured the show, so every sequence builds dramatically to fever pitch. The warrior fire-juggling escalates in spectacle and danger. Bicycles follow scooter, skateboard and uni-cyclists, building up to the eight-person bike balance.

 

The trapeze is the location for exceptional feats. Anna Shelper is abandoned and almost reckless in the air and Master Lu Guang Rong, originally from the Nanking Acrobats, is breath-taking. His humility, grace and graciousness belie the fact that he is balancing on his head on a trapeze spinning hoops on his ankles and wrists or on his hands on a wine bottle on top of ten trays of glasses. The man defies gravity and sanity and he looks like he's meditating as he does it!

 

The show is peppered with a couple of great comedy acts. Darryl John's contact lens juggling was a hoot and very silly. Lisa Small and Nicci Wilkes (stage manager) do a delightful cowgirl sister double act. They wrangle shopping trolleys, spin plates of spaghetti and whip balloons from between the knees of an unsuspecting volunteer.

 

Some performers are not actors, so the purely physical acts or those integrating physical feats with characters were the more successful. One major problem with the show was the opening which was unfocused and insubstantial, relying on some bad acting.

 

It is not easy to make old tricks look and feel fresh, but Oz is still finding ways to break tradition, integrate theatre, circus and rock music to create the perfect feast for all ages. The show has a generous spirit, youth, vigour and excitement. And boy! Can those bodies move!

Kate Herbert  2 April 1994

Wednesday, 23 March 1994

Someone Who'll Watch Over Me, Frank McGuinness, MTC, March 23, 1994


Someone Who'll Watch Over Me
 By Frank McGuinness
MTC Russell Street Theatre
March 23 to April 23, 1994
Published in The Melbourne Times, April 1994
Reviewed by Kate Herbert, March 23, 1994

An Englishman, an Irishman and an American walked into a cell. No, it's not a bad joke but the framework for Irish playwright Frank McGuinness's play, Someone Who'll Watch Over Me: a passionate, stirring, torturous and hilarious piece of near-documentary theatre. The play is set in the terrifyingly claustrophobic atmosphere of a Beirut prison cell in the 80's during a period when Arab terrorist groups were picking foreign workers off the street and incarcerating them to publicise their cause or to hasten release of their members.

First two, then three men, are incarcerated in a tiny cell. In Sartre's No Exit, Hell was living in a room with people you hate. McGuinness throws three men together to survive incarceration, torture, beating and each other. The play is a celebration of the human spirit; our capacity to overcome adversity, to rise above suffering, torture and degradation. These men survive by jogging, fighting, caring for each other, nursing their delicate psyches, checking their sanity against each others' and drifting into flights of fancy.

McGuinness throws three men together to survive incarceration, torture, beating and each other. The play is a celebration of the human spirit; our capacity to overcome adversity, to rise above suffering, torture and degradation. These men survive by jogging, fighting, caring for each other, nursing their delicate psyches, checking their sanity against each others' and drifting into flights of fancy. There is little "action" but much dramatic tension, emotional intensity and hilarity. It is episodic, covering a period of months, perhaps years. Moods vary. Wills waver. Strength fails. They sing, play games, "shoot movies", "write" letters, relive memories and create experiences at home and with their loved ones to create lives outside this nightmare.

The Irish boozing journo, Edward, loathes Michael, the wimpy lecturer in obscure Old English poetry just as his real life counterpart, Brian Keenan took exception to his cell-mate John McCarthy. Adam, the Californian Christian psychiatrist, based on Dr. David Jacobsen, could drive a man to drink if he could get near some. All the action take place within the cell. The guards are a constant but invisible threat outside the single door. Trina Parker's extraordinary design manages to fill the stage but confine the actors' space giving a sense of restriction without narrowing their capacity to perform.

There is little "action" but much dramatic tension, emotional intensity and hilarity. It is episodic, covering a period of months, perhaps years. Moods vary. Wills waver. Strength fails. They sing, play games, "shoot movies", "write" letters, relive memories and create experiences at home and with their loved ones to create lives outside this nightmare.

 The play is a gift for actors. It is directed simply and stylishly by Bruce Myles with magnificent performances. Gallacher takes us on a roller-coaster ride in his passionate and loving portrayal of the volatile and maddening Irish wit, Edward. We squirm at Richard Piper's foppish Brit, until he reveals his strength as he supports Edward in his grief. Melvin J. Carroll as Adam has a gentleness which makes his journey more painful to witness. His Amazing Grace was achingly beautiful.

There is a wrenching, existential pain in Frank McGuinness' play which can only come from such deprivation, isolation and terror as that experienced by political hostages. We are voyeurs on the psychic torment of these men. Every observer knows that it could be he or she in that cell. How would we survive? What resources can we draw upon and would we want to live anyway?

 KATE HERBERT 25.3.94


Sunday, 20 March 1994

Telemachus by David Lander, La Mama - REVIEW- 20 March 1994

THEATRE

Written and performed by David Lander

At La Mama, Carlton, until April 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around March 20, 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after March 20, 1994

 

The ancient art of storytelling is not very fashionable in this era of physical and non-narrative theatre. A linear narrative with a single actor's voice is a rare bird indeed in our theatres.

 

Telemachus, the late show at La Mama, is such a theatrical piece. It is written and performed by David Lander who, until Telemachus has concentrated his attention on writing and teaching in recent years after a career in improvisational performance and storytelling.

 

This adaptation of Homer's Odyssey concentrates its attention on Telemachus, son of Odysseus. While his father is away fighting the Trojan War with Menelaus and Agamemnon, Telemachus, from the age of three, lives in abandonment with his mother Penelope who is constantly fending off unwanted suitors.  At twenty-three, the now adult son decides to fight back, attempts to evict the suitors from the family home they have invaded and seek his lost father.

 

This is a coming-of-age story, a rites of passage tale of manhood not unlike that of Parsifal in search of the Holy Grail. This story is particularly pertinent at present, given that our book shops are riddled with new literature on fatherhood and the making of the man.

 

Lander's performance is powerful and intense, accentuating the violence and darkness of the story. On opening night it lacked the dynamic range which could have plumbed the depths of both the tragedy and joy of the myth but was eminently watchable. It is a tale rich in imagery, symbolism and characters.

 

The simplicity of the staging and direction were refreshing with Lander using only a single chair as set although the slightly overstated lighting was intrusive and perhaps unnecessary. The style felt physically restrained, evidently more by nervousness than design. The added looseness and physicality would enrich this fascinating quest for revenge, lust, blood and discovery of manhood.

 

By Kate Herbert 20 March 1994

Wednesday, 16 March 1994

Interview with Toni Smith from Circus Oz, March 16, 1994

 CIRCUS - ARTICLE

Interview with Toni Smith from Circus Oz

Writer: Kate Herbert March 16, 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after March 16, 1994

 

"I'm doing a double head trapeze" says Toni Smith blithely. "Lu balances on his head and I hang off him." Lu is Chinese master acrobat Lu Guong Rong and Smith is describing her work in the Circus Oz show opening in the Melbourne City Square on April Fool's Day.

 

This acrobat is no April Fool. Her circus career began in 1979 at the age of seven as a member of the Flying Fruit Fly Circus in Albury. She performed in their second season and stayed until 1988. She joined the Oz in December '93 just in time for successful seasons at the Sydney Festival and in Hobart and just after its tours to Columbia, Northern Territory and Queensland. Almost in her acrobatic dotage at twenty-two, Smith has had a fifteen-year circus career.

 

According to Smith, most acrobats in Australia begin their careers as adults when they no longer have the requisite flexibility or strength.  Smith believes that early training, as well as harnessing the obvious physical assets of youth, implants positive behavioural habits in the mind. "It's like learning to ride bike." The skills will be automatic.

 

Training of our acrobats is not as rigorous as the Chinese who have visited here to teach. "We are nowhere near as disciplined. It's not in our nature," she quips. "The Chinese start at some ungodly hour in the morning. Their first hand-stand is for thirty minutes. The longest we would do would be four or five minutes." Evidently, the Chinese rather hedonistically break for a nap in the afternoon then continue into the evening.

 

Smith and other local acrobats have learnt a great deal from Lu Guong Rong who came here with the Nanking Acrobats in 1983 to teach in Albury. The visit was a remarkable artistic and cultural experience for our performers, the locals, the Fruit Flies and the Chinese. The Australians learnt something about rigour and the Chinese about laying back.

 

After the Chinese visitors left, our circus training improved considerably. In addition to their skills, the Chinese had brought volumes of equipment. With increased funds, the Fruit Flies could purchase mats and safety equipment which, in this industry, are imperative.

 

The profile of Circus has changed dramatically with the rise of Circus Oz. Its parent group of the 70's, Soapbox Circus, was big on entertainment, music and politics, but light on skills. These days the more radical, political Circus Oz has been superseded by a younger more physically skilful company with members graduating from the Fruit Flies.

 

Circus Oz, after years in an inadequate space in Flemington, has found a new home - an ironic thought for an institution which one imagines lives on the road in tents and caravans. "It's fantastic," Smith effuses over the Port Melbourne building. "It's huge. Really high ceilings so we can rig everything in the one room. Everybody's in the same building," which was evidently impossible in Flemington.

 

Smith prefers Oz to traditional circus like Sonelli’s with whom she toured for 18 months. "They (trad circuses) thrive on spontaneity” which is a characteristic of Australian entertainment. Routines and running order are constantly changing which Smith says keeps things interesting.

 

 "It tends to get a bit tedious after a while, doing the same thing day after day." The Chinese combine both skill and glamour. "They work a lot on their presentation."

 

In addition to the enormous working space, the Bay Street building has a second rehearsal room and props store upstairs with an additional music room and workshop. It is owned by the Department of Defence and you can bet your U-Boats this old Navy Drill Hall has never seen such a peaceful purpose.

 

The company will visit Washington DC in October this year as part of a group of Australian performance groups including the Australian Ballet.

 

We have a new breed of circus performer in Australia now. They are younger, stronger and more flexible, perhaps with less broad theatrical experience but nonetheless skilful. Circus Oz is in the vanguard of the new wave of Physical Performance which is defining Australian companies overseas.

 

Washington will love them. LA did in the 80's.

By Kate Herbert 16 March 1994

 

Sunday, 6 March 1994

Disturbing the Dust text by Luke Devenish, Adelaide FEstival_REVIEW_March 6 1994

 

THEATRE


At Scott Theatre, Adelaide

Adelaide International Arts Festival 1994

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around March 6, 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after March 6, 1994

 

 

Memory is a trickster. As we age, we remember the distant past perfectly and our recent experiences are muddy.

 

Disturbing the Dust, directed by Ariette Taylor with text by Luke Devenish, deals with the last hours of Miss Nina, a faded grand dame of the ballet played with verve and charm by Patricia Kennedy. At seventy-four, she is now re-fabricating her past in a home for the aged, accompanied by other confused and shaken elderly folk.

 

Nina, who was born Alice Pike in London, prefers the exotic and passionate memories of the Greek woman Sophia and the Italian, Maria. This obsession creates the most extraordinary theatrical moment of the production in which actors, stories and characters from Calabria, Greece, London and Australia merge and become interchangeable.

 

The play is charming and impressionistic. Characters appear and disappear from Nina's vision. Action is stylised, almost choreographic, displaying Taylor's own dance background.

 

There are moments when the abstraction is overdone. Balletic movement, romantic watery lighting, cosmic music pall at times. A most effective scene, however, is the recurrent rush to the Underground in the London blitz.

 

Kennedy is supported by a strong and versatile ensemble which justifiably allows her the limelight.  Mary Sitarenos has a quiet dignity as Sophia, Malcolm Robertson is delightfully offensive as the "slurper" and David Tredinnick demonstrates his range in several roles.

 

In memories as in dreams we are often observers of the action. Significant others are stronger presences than the self. This has created problems theatrically because the protagonist, Alice/ Miss Nina, is sketchily drawn and so never really gains our sympathy. She is rather a narrator who, unlike the authorial voice of a novel gives little detail of herself.

 

We could afford to see more of Nina's own passion for dance. We should care more about her predicament, her past and her struggle with the dramatically awkward image of the Angel of Death.

 

Devenish's project to write a vehicle for Patricia Kennedy has been largely successful despite some structural problems with the text.

 

It is a joy to see a play with an older woman as a central character. 

KATE HERBERT   6.3.94  

350 wds

Hotspur by Jeffrey Atherden_ MTC_REVIEW_ March 13, 1994

 THEATRE

By Melbourne Theatre Company

At Playhouse, Melbourne Arts Centre

Reviewer: Kate Herbert around March 13, 1994

This review was published in The Melbourne Times after March 13, 1994

 

Major theatre companies need commercially successful productions to support their enormous overheads. In Hotspur the Melbourne Theatre Company may have one.

 

This is not a play which pushes the boundaries of taste, style, form, politics or content. It is, however, superbly performed, wittily written and extremely enjoyable. Ruth Cracknell portrays with wit and subtlety the abrasive Fiona McPherson's journey from spritely but pernicious sticky-beak to elderly lovelorn victim and back again.

 

Garry McDonald, cast deliciously against type as entrepreneur Freddy Brown, is vivid and obnoxious. Brown is a conniving, manipulative, expensive con man who reeks of Alan Bond. He unashamedly buys up Australia's art, land and its people. In his own words he is "a sleezy bag of shit" whom we would like to see fail, put in gaol or impaled. He makes one's flesh crawl.

 

Brown takes a flat in Fiona's dilapidated, pseudo-English home, Hotspur. He is evidently in abject bankruptcy, facing a well-publicised divorce from his equally dreadful wife, Julie, played with relish by Val Levkowicz.

 

The narrative relies on the conflict between the two arrogant characters of Freddy and Fiona and the evolution of their relationship as Freddy appears to assist Fiona to save her estate from massive real estate development.

 

The characters are more interesting than the plot, which is amusing but thin and, at times, clumsy. Marisia, the Polish viola-player, is played passionately by Celia de Burgh and Dennis Moore as Vern the devious little councillor, is a delightful, cowardly weasel. Emotional moments were fleeting, being dispelled by the light comic style which falls somewhere between melodrama and farse.

 

Tony Tripp's design is a perfect naturalistic replica of the interior of a stately home. It is perhaps too elaborate, with a model of the exterior of the house unnecessarily poised above the stage to depict the exterior of the building.

 

The performances are definitely the highlight of this production and they are enhanced by the brisk direction of Simon Phillips who gives these consummate actors their heads.

Kate Herbert