By Duncan Graham. The Tuxedo Cat – The Perske Pavilion. 14 Feb 2016
Following a stream of successful productions in past festivals, Duncan Graham brings Red Ink to the Tuxedo Cat’s Perske Pavilion as one of two shows being presented in the 2016 Adelaide Fringe Festival. The other being Ollie and the Minotaur.
Red Ink is a Rashomon-style retelling of a single dramatic event from four very different points of view. Narrated by three of the four characters they provide witness statements to an unseen, unheard interrogator – the audience. Each has some responsibility to the chaotic incident and its tragic outcome, but portrays themselves as a victim of circumstance and the actions of others.
As the story unfolds, they reveal hints to the stereotypes and unconscious bias that prejudice their recollections, and ones loyalties realign from one flawed character to another and back again. The central theme revolves around police violence, and the associated accountabilities thereof.
The performances are all strong, with Matthew Gregan admirably mastering the challenging character of the Man, an individual plagued by mental illness, and Tiffany Lyndall-Knight, Sophia Simmons and Sarah-Jayde Tracey equally robust as the Shopper, the Police Officer and the Checkout Assistant respectively. With no actual interaction between the characters on stage, the players do well to keep us engaged as they play out the tension and sense of foreboding.
Whilst the story is enjoyable, there are flaws. Most intrusive is the lack of continuity between the recounting of the Police Officer’s experience and that of the Shopper and the Checkout Assistant, which do not always seem to marry up. This is distracting and at times confusing.
The possible connection between the Man and Shopper feels as though it should be much more central to the piece; however it is only hinted at in the final moments, and is also left under explored. One feels the sadness of the Man's plight and the lack of societal understanding and acceptance around mental illness. Red Ink is a moving piece, with further opportunity for development.
Nicole Russo
When: 12 to 23 Feb
Where: Tuxedo Cat, Perske Pavillion
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
Alysha Herrmann. Somebody’s Lounge Room. 16 Feb 2016
Production creator Alysha Herrmann partly sums up Another Elusive Maybe as being about “loneliness, and love and community and how we don’t ask for help.” It is that, yet so much more.
A little community is created in the intimate lounge room of an urban Adelaide home where an experience is created and shared, rather than a production observed. The room features ceiling high windows looking out on the street. A cosy three seater lounge and chairs bestride wood floorboards. On the floor, are three little white clouds with cute faces on them, a white rug with a table next to it and opposite, a box with a guitar on it. Herrmann is garbed in a pink robe, top and pink hair band with white flowers and pyjamas.
Her program notes suggest Herrmann offers nothing remotely associated with the darker edges of loneliness, or stoic desperation of refusing to seek help, as to appear strong.
Herrmann’s exploration of loneliness and love springs from the experience of early motherhood; all the joys, mystery, doubt and angst of that experience. Herrmann and Soundscape artist Ryan Morrison ply the audience’s ears via Bluetooth Silent Safari headphones with a delicious stream of poetry, conversations and sounds. Offered in a light, cloud soft dreamy style the difficult experiences and feelings prompted by motherhood and more take on a fairy tale like air.
Here lies the work’s great magic. Herrmann teases out a blend of fantasy and reality in conversation with audience members. The audience is peaceably seduced aurally, while responding to game like questions, then genuinely warm conversational ones. All of it’s anonymous.
There are so many simple, yet sophisticated layers to this wonderfully human work providing deep food for thought about the issues Herrmann set out to explore and experiment on. You feel comforted by what you hear, because the delivery takes the sting out of the real struggle those words are dealing with, as much as you love the genuine warmth and joy there too. Equally, because of this, you feel at ease anonymously having a frank and honest discussion about some deep things. You are in a comforting place known to most, a lounge room. This one was deeply comforting, using only two lights for atmosphere up facing front and back of the room.
You might feel you’ve spent years being close to this mother who sat before you. Yet you never directly expose yourself to her emotionally. This experience sharply prompts a reassessment of what it means to be brave enough to say things out loud, to seek an honest place, non judgemental, in which you can let it all hang out. You are a small community in that lounge room. You are personally disconnected. Yet you feel safe.
The sold out season is no reason to fear you will not get to experience something highly recommended. Email This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. and invite this experience to your lounge room.
David O’Brien
When: 16 & 23 Feb & 8 March
Where: Somebody’s Lounge Room
Bookings: Sold Out
Threewoods Playwright. Bakehouse Theatre - Studio. 15 Feb 2016
A visitor to Hong Kong will be fascinated at how well a huge population has so successfully socialised on such a tiny - and beautiful - piece of real estate. But beauty can be only skin deep. On 28 September 2014, Kong Hong police used tear gas against a huge popular movement urging the Chinese government to allow Hong Kong's voters to elect their own chief executive and all members of the legislative council, as promised in the Basic Law, and to permit the free choice of candidates without any limitations. Never mind that this was not the case even during British occupation; the last British governor, Chris Patten, rushed through a raft of democratising initiatives. What Hong Kongers want is what we Australians take for granted. The Immigration Lottery is producer, director, writer and actor Cathy SK Lam's protest satire to enlighten the world of the increasing mainland Chinese control over Hong Kong since handover in 1997.
Cathy investigates her ambiguous national identity, and the post-British diaspora from Hong Kong through a character named Jenna Wong who attempts to leave Hong Kong by passing a test to migrate to the fictitious United Nation of Hap Asala, and thus exposes the issues. She was incredibly prescient, as only two months after the world premiere of The Immigration Lottery at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2014, the aforementioned Umbrella Revolution took place, and the current show incorporates the energy of that protest. I don't bandy around the word brave to describe your average theatrical work, but to parody the policies of mainland China in their administration of Hong Kong, and to reference the protests, definitely is brave.
While the performance and writing lacks sophistication, a certain Kafkaesque atmosphere was created, and there is much to amuse and ponder. Cathy as Jenny pulls everything bar the kitchen sink out of her bra for a prop, and the plea for each Hong Konger to take notice of what China is doing, to take some responsibility, is palpable. Some sense of the street activism was achieved by having a dancer post pictures on the walls - her arms wrapped in cling wrap for protection against the tear gas -and a minor movement piece with an umbrella.
They are a highly organised lot. Besides a wordy program, you can scan a QR code for a 'Performance Handbook' with additional background information and pictures concerning the Umbrella Revolution and the theatre work. If you're lucky, you can get a hardcopy after the show and you might be asked to be interviewed on camera for your feedback.
Not compelling theatre but a compelling issue.
David Grybowski
When: 15 to 20 Feb
Where: Bakehouse Theatre - Studio
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
five.point.one theatre company. Bakehouse Theatre Main Stage. 15 Feb 2016
The wonderful five.point.one theatre company has set its audiences quite a thinking challenge with its new work, The Last Time I saw Richard.
It is a dense play by Cat Commander depicting a man and a woman engaging in a relationship which is suspended in the emotional safety zone of hotel rooms. These are people intensely attracted to each other but not seeking commitment from each other. This makes for a complex and interesting state of play.
April is a brittle 27-year-old. She uses her sexual power to toy with Richard. He is 39 and he is smitten. She's a bit of a cold fish who comes to the party just enough to keep him in the game. As the play evolves, she becomes less and less likeable while Richard wins the sympathy of the audience.
For a play about people indulging in an affair, this one is exquisitely tasteful. Sex is suggested rather than depicted. Warmth, proximity and conversation are the tools of communication - and also the sense of endurance. Years roll by.
It's a very interesting production. A white panelled screen represents windows and walls of hotels with projected images, patterns and degrees of light indicating the changes of time and place. A low, black dais represents a universal hotel bed. It is very low and a bit odd. But the Bakehouse stage is small and a real bed clearly would swamp the artistry of the set which has been designed by director Craig Behenna with Brad Williams and Matt Crook. It certainly has its own aesthetic but must be hard on the actors.
Michael Darren is behind the sound and music which blends smoothly with the production.
They're a classy team at five.point.one and this play is quite a test for them. Behenna has elicited a good sense of hotel ennui and his actors are well blocked and lit. However, the play is very wordy and with its action being contained to hotel rooms, it is fairly static. Movement on the projection screens lifts this a bit and Richard's early shadow dancing is very effective. There could be room for more movement and definitely for cutting.
The two actors give a powerful sense of the characters they embody, albeit that Elizabeth Hay is occasionally inaudible for some. Charles Mayer is a tower of sensitivity and sensuality; what a wonderful player. And he's funny when given a chance.
The play has a keyhole-like intimacy to it. The audience has spied upon these two and their oddly soulless assignations at their conference and convention accommodations. It leaves one pondering the phenomenon of love versus lust, the diverse needs of others, and the nature of fidelity.
It's a nicely original work.
****
Samela Harris
When: 15 to 27 Feb
Where: The Bakehouse Theatre
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
A Radioactive Musical Comedy about the Death and Life of Marie Curie. Holden Street Theatres in association with Tangram Theatre Co. Holden Street Theatres, The Arch. 14 Feb 2016
C.P. Snow must be rolling in his grave. Science and art could not be happier together - at least as they are manifested by one John Hinton.
Over the years, Hinton has brought to the Adelaide Fringe his shows Origin of Species, about Charles Darwin, and Albert Einstein: Relatively Speaking.
He has returned wearing a long black dress. He is now Marie Curie in what is one of the longest-titled shows in showbiz. It is the third of what he calls his Scientrilogy of musical comedies.
It is all that the title says. It is musical, comic and narrative. It also is a science lesson extraordinaire.
Audience members are greeted at the theatre by Hinton and assigned an element. My card identified me as Bismuth 214. I was radioactive. In decay, I produced polonium 214.
Later in the play I was to link up with other audience members in a game of chemical evolution, all of us connected by a ball of green wool. Various elements made odd noises. Some wobbled. Everyone was having fun. Wool zig-zagged the auditorium.
Hinton is a dynamic, high-energy performer in this role. He condenses four months of Marie Curie's laboratory work extracting radium from pitchblende ore into about ten minutes of ever-faster reiteration of strenuous actions. It is exhausting simply to watch. But, never ceasing in his machine-gun descriptions of the science and actions of Marie Curie, he is also funny.
The calm companion onstage is Hinton's musician wife, Jo Eagle, who, adorned with beret and pencil moustache, accompanies him on accordion and plays the part of Pierre Curie.
Hinton plays as himself from time to time and also a range of other characters such as Missie, the American journalist, the English chemist John Dalton and, hilariously, Russian chemist Dmitri Mendeleev.
And, he sings his glorious Radium song, the show's theme song with which the audience may sing along.
The Hinton voice is deep and strong and versatile and seeing the particular precision of his mime work, it does not surprise to discover that he is a product of the Jacques Lecoq school.
He paints Marie Curie as a fairly grumpy old genius who will do most anything to secure a supply of radium for her work. Hence her trip to the US and her relationship with Missie, the American journalist.
Family, career, science, it is all packed in to the wild elemental ride of John Hinton.
Tour de force doesn't begin to describe it.
Five stars and then some.
Samela Harris
When: 14 Feb to 12 Mar
Where: Holden Street Theatres, The Arch
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au