Company

Company Therry Theatre 2023Therry Theatre. The Arts Theatre. 10 Jun 2023, Matinee

 

Sondheim long has been favoured by a swathe of musical purists, each one seemingly more expert than the last.

He has been a landmark composer, delivering a style which has been springboard to assorted modern musicals writers. 

Few would deny that he is hard to sing. There are “greats” whose greatness has soared with their exquisite mastery of his masterpieces.

 

None such, sadly, are evident in Therry’s latest offering - lest it be the orchestra. MD Rodney Hrvatin’s musicians there in the Arts’ pit are producing the most beautifully balanced, almost impeccable sound. 

 

There are some pretty proficient renditions onstage, too, and the second act of the work significantly outshines the first.

But, there is only one really bring-the-house-down moment and it comes from the ever- classy Trish Hart as Joanne singing that wickedly wonderful The Ladies Who Lunch.

 

The musical, Company, tells of a group of rather anxious, highly-strung New Yorkers who are constantly evaluating the merits of being married or not married. The very engaging Jared Frost plays the principal character Bobby, who is not married but should be married and who wants to be married and goes through assorted girlfriends who would or should be married. The show kicks off as his friends gather around to surprise him on his 35th birthday and then it slopes away into vignettes about these friends as couples and characters. There are some quirky scenes, especially the competitive couple in a lather of one-upmanship with karate and dieting. It’s arguably the best performance cameo, delivered herein by Catherine Breugelmans and Sam Mannix, who is never to be forgotten for his performances in Sondheim’s Into The Woods. 

 

George Furth wrote the book for Company and Sondheim the lyrics. When the show opened on Broadway in 1970, it scooped awards in all directions. It features songs which now are concert classics: Being Alive, You Could Drive a Person Crazy, Another Hundred People. 

 

In the 2000s, directors have tried to take some of the gender cliche out of the show by changing Bobby to Bobbie.  But the whole idea of this community of would-be match-making mates still has a seventies ring. The characters go on about being “squares”, for heaven’s sake. And they have a rather darling but ingenuous old-school dope smoking scene amusingly imparted here by Grace Frost and Ben Todd. 

 

The high moments of this this production are product of the sense of enjoyment the performers impart in delivering their characters, and with some darned good American accents, too. Albeit there are moments of indecipherable lyrics, most importantly, there are some nice voices and harmonies, not to mention Frost himself in his final solos. Notable in a diligent and disciplined bunch are Sophie Stokes, Robin Schmelzkopf, Claire Birbeck, Cassidy Gaiter, and Emily Morris along with Ryan Ricci, Emily Fitzpatrick, and Daniel Fleming. 

 

While one will always admire David Sinclair as a director, one feels the set he has designed for Company is just a bit cruel, with the cast endlessly clomping up and down and down and up three sets of New York brownstone stairs.  The scenic panels, on the other hand, are terrific, as are the projections.

 

Only recent visitors to New York could justify some of the strange lighting frequently shedding shadows on the players from the knees down. It might be to hint at that scaffolding now swamping the sidewalks of dear old New York city and diminishing the reach of natural light.

 

One’s wish with Company would be to salvage the wonderful lead songs and make the plot less binary and, oh please, remove the endless blowing on the birthday cake. That ritual went out the window when Covid came in. It just makes one shudder now.

 

All this said, there is a lot to recommend. A blast of Sondheim presented with love and good sound on a winter’s night.

 

Samela Harris

 

When: 10 to 17 Jun

Where: The Arts Theatre

Bookings: trybooking.com

Adelaide Cabaret Festival 2023 Variety Gala

Cabaret Festival Gala 2023Adelaide Cabaret Festival. Festival Theatre. 9 Jun 2023

 

Stomping, stand-up acclaim.

What a sensational night kicked off the 2023 Adelaide Cabaret Festival - an historic night which set a five-star benchmark.

State Theatre Company Director Mitchel Butel directed a pack of ex CabFest directors expertly threading together a razzle dazzle night of triumphant excellence. 

 

And, in its 50th year, the Festival Theatre bloomed and blossomed in a showcase of technical brilliance. Talk about production values. Impeccable. And, rightly, a wild cheer went up when sound supremo Jane Rosetto’s name was called. From the word go, that creamy quality of sound was noted. And the stage lighting, with the MD Mark Ferguson’s band up there cleverly illuminated with the great symbolic chandelier aloft and, thanks to design legend Kathryn Sproul, a celebratory hanging gallery of CabFest posters.

 

Then there were the star turns. 

The stars, those accomplished performers who have been CabFest directors, each had their own nostalgic and/or showcase performance segments. 

Ali McGregor! Oh, did she take us to the high spots. Vivid in a frock gathered with a sparkling diamente brooch, she showed that she can belt out a big, blindingly brilliant song. She was a wow moment.

But not the only one.

It was wow all over the place.

That darling Kate Ceberano, singularly beloved as a CabFest director and all round bloody good spirit, took the audience to another great height of breathless admiration. David Campbell was a medley of effusive “wow” songs. The man can “give" and audience hearts were bursting in response.

And, as if they had not burst enough, there was the inimitable Meow Meow with an exquisite tribute to former CabFest director, the late lamented and oh, so revered Barry Humphries. In his honour, wearing red stilettos Barry had given her, she celebrated one of his lifelong fascinations, the Weimar era, by delivering, with absolute finesse, a magnificent Frederick Hollander work. The audience swooned. 

 

Voices from the ether. Vocal acrobatics. What a sterling range of art.

How does Sarah-Louise Young sing Kate Bush better than Kate Bush? Hilariously, that is how. In a wild-wings costume with a pastiche of stereotypical moves. 

 

For, this gala night also was a tasting plate of the 2023 CabFest program and it had one lusting to see it all. 

Eddie Perfect, composer, actor, satirist, generous spirited and modest superstar also a former CabFest director, swanned around with charm and then let loose his diabolically bloodthirsty Kill the Critics song. Nastee! Five-star nastee. You will burn in hell, beautiful boy.

 

There were classic moments; Vice Jones and Nina Ferro proffered a taste of classy jazz. Mark Trevorrow and our adored mistress of bling, Anne Wills, sampled their evergreen Adelaide Tonight fare. Julia Holt paid right and proper tribute to father of the CabFest, Frank Ford and Julia Zemiro did, well, Julia Zemiro.

 

And, throughout the night, Virginia Gay earned the audience’s love, not only with her beautifully modulated speaking and lyrical pipes but also her warmly affectionate inclusiveness as MC.

 

Is anyone omitted?

 

Only Hans.

Our German megastar has earned an almost unprecedentedly massive rollicking and effusive fan base in this city. And around the country. Even in the USA. Back in the shimmering spangled outfits his mum makes for him and after his fearsome brush with death on a cruise ship, he turned up the heat with his Lucky Bitches dancers, everything so well-rehearsed - except for the big surprise of the night.

 

Who? Me? Yes. You. You good thing, you! 

It was his crowning as an Icon. Icon of CabFest 2023 - and into the history books he goes.

Talking of which, it will be a very long time before an Adelaide audience leaves the theatre on a high like this one!

What a night, What a night!

 

Samela Harris

 

When: 9 Jun

Where: Festival Theatre

Bookings: Closed

A Chorus Line

A Chorus Line GS 2023Gilbert and Sullivan Society of SA. Arts Theatre. 27 May 2023

 

It only costs about $3000 for a cheap return flight to New York. A half decent hotel costs just $300 for the night and a ticket to A Chorus Line on Broadway would set you back about $300. But, hold your horses, the show is long closed after 6137 performances.

 

Luckily for us, our own Gilbert & Sullivan Society has found the resources to stage a production of this famous show which could easily hold its own in that elite mecca of musicals they call Broadway.

That is saying a lot.

 

But there it is, in The Arts Theatre, with a massive cast of singers and dancers, creating a classic chorus line in which not a single toe is out of line. Choreographer Sarah Williams clearly has imposed the classic discipline and motivation to this huge ensemble.

 

Director Gordon Combes seems to have lured a lineup of quietly elite performers from the city’s music and dance teaching circles along with some outstanding young talent. One sees the name Pelican Productions in a number of CVs.

 

Musical director, Mark DeLaine, similarly, has rounded up a superb orchestra with a sensational brass section while costume co-ordinator Anne Humphries has the entire ensemble dressed to audition character until the high-kicking grand finale in which a lightning quick change brings them out glittering in wow-factor golden top hats and tails.  

 

There are two directors in this show. One, Gordon Combes, directs in real life while the other, for the most part, is a voice in the dark from Zach, the director of the Broadway show which needs a chorus line. David MacGillivray is that voice, interviewing the hopeful talent and trying to elicit a sense of who they are. McGillivray gives this role not only authority but also heart and soul, compassion and emotional depth. Not bad.

 

Just as the audience responds to these qualities, so does it warm to people it gets to know through Zach's interviews.  Since, to a person, they are impeccably performed, the audience gets the rare and satisfying experience of genuinely caring about all those characters singled out on stage.

 

There’s Mike, who came to dancing watching his older sister’s classes. Liam Phillips gives him life with the famous I Can Do That tap routine. As for Val, who was not noticed until she had enhancement surgery, Laura Williams might have been born to sing Dance: Ten Looks: Three. Then there’s Allycia Angeles, dynamic belting out Nothing as Morales, and lithe Mimi Yoshii lamenting short stature as Connie. There are just so many shining lights: Alana Shepherdson as Cassie and Maya Miller, Chloe Fusco, Jemma Allen, Maggie Cooper, Jenny Allard, Junxiang Huang, Benjamin Johnson, Teagan Garvey, Ris Mosel, and Anton Schrama, as well as a further line-up of fine dancers.

Then there’s Lachlan Stieger delivering Paul’s confessions about trying to conceal his drag work from his parents and bringing a tear to the eye.

 

There is a thread of plot and myriad salient messages in this show, originally conceived by Michael Bennett, who was inspired by real people in the real showbiz world. It is that veracity which has kept on striking a chord with audiences around the world. So, A Chorus Line has had “legs” for decades.

Its set requires nothing more than plenty of bare stage, and a wall of mirrors for the dancers to rehearse to. Behind that, in this production, the orchestra is hidden until a final reveal.

 

Sound balance and lighting are the other major factors which make the difference between a good and bad production.  They’re both impeccable in this one.

 

It is a ripper of a first class show.

Grab a ticket if you can.

Thank me later.

 

Samela Harris

 

When: 26 May to 3 Jun

Where: The Arts Theatre

Bookings: gandssa.com.au

The Suicide

The Suicide Red Phonex 2023Red Phoenix Theatre. The Studio - Holden Street Theatres. 26 May 2023

 

Never let it be said that Red Phoenix is not brave.

In its way, it is just as brave as Russian playwright Nikolai Erdman whose farce, The Suicide, it has chosen to produce in its tradition of presenting Adelaide premieres. This play was to cause Erdman to be exiled to Siberia by a very unamused Stalin.

 

Fortunately, its Adelaide audience is amused.  And, there are no major repercussions for the company, apart perhaps from a spot of exhaustion. The play has undergone many rewrites and translations since it was created in 1928 and it has been presented all over the world in various languages and to very amused audiences. This is the Peter Tegel translation.

 

Directed by Brant Eustice, Red Phoenix presents it as a highly stylised, over-the-top, almost Commedia piece. This is not an accident. Erdman was defying naturalism and his characters were all archetypical, most of them fatuous and manipulative. 

Actors shout and ham. And how. Grinning and grimacing, thumping and stomping, shrieking and weeping, and throughout, getting their tongues around an endless repetition of multi-syllable Russian names.

There are some hilarious characterisations, cartoon-like all of them, for it is a work of robust satire.

No wonder Stalin reacted. 

But all the frenetic debates about communism and individual freedom have a new resonance for a 2023 audience, very much in the thrall of the Putin era and the war on Ukraine. The program notes which explain the play’s context in Soviet history are recommended reading.

 

It is to be recognised that Erdman stands tall in theatrical history, noted as one of the world’s great playwrights. There are some who judge The Suicide to be the perfect play. 

 

The play’s plot is a little bit inscrutable, however.  It revolves around an unemployed citizen desperately seeking some way to feed his family. When he fails at his latest plan to become a tuba player, he mentions suicide. And suddenly it is on for young and old, not to prevent him, but to capitalise on it. An array of supercilious exploiters descend to claim his death to be for their cause - from businessmen, poets, and priests to jealous women. 

 

Therein, while one feels the familiar anguish of the wife and mother-in-law versus the faux fancifications of the would-be mistresses, the niceish Ruby Faith and the utterly audaciously hilarious Nicole Rutty. There’s a cameo one won’t forget in a hurry. Then again, if there is a fall-over-funny characterisation, it is that of Sharon Malujlo as the hapless mother-in-law charged with the task of distracting the interloper. 

 

There is a vast cast in this play and lots of opportunities for actors to flex their skills. Ron Hoenig has not been seen on the Adelaide stage in aeons but there he is as the local butcher and when it comes to his turn to claim the prize, he’s a comic gem. The matchless Geoff Revell, of course, is sheer magic to watch onstage both as an hysterical, frenetic comic foreground character and also as a quietly reactive actor when the attention is directed elsewhere. It is clear Revell is at home in this genre.

 

It is Joshua Coldwell as Semyon who carries the narrative, clear of eye and diction, playing the Candide of the suicide world. And thus the rowdy predators descend. 

Guffaws break out in the audience as Michael Eustice enters in the role of Aristarch, artfully strutting and blustering it out with his hair in a bizarre pompadour. And soon, the audience is informed that it has been cast into the play as The Intelligentsia. Battle lines are drawn in old Soviet tropes as the stage becomes more and more crowded with the advocates and claimants. They come and go through the quaint minimal scaffolding set which suggests doors and walls. 

 

Indeed, the whole Studio theatre is used to accommodate the action. Bobbie Viney, showing that nose rings were in vogue in the 1920s, gives heart and well-wrought desperation to Semyon’s hapless wife. She fears for his life. Kate Anolak is a picture of competence and reliability in her role as Margarita. Sometimes she seems like the only sane one on the stage. 

 

It is hard to focus on everyone with such a fine and large cast working with such diligent madness in this vast political pantomime, but they include: Tom Tassone, Samuel Creighton, Russell Slater, Callum Logan, Jess Corrie, Malcolm Walton, and David Lockwood.

 

Director Brant Eustice, with a huge and skilful Red Phoenix production team behind the scenes, has evolved this old landmark theatre piece into a spectacle of machinegun agit prop with a latter-day Brechtian edge.

 

It makes for a big, loud, and wild riot of a night.

 

Samela Harris

 

When: 26 May to 2 Jun

Where: The Studio – Holden Street Theatres

Bookings: holdenstreettheatres.com

Ulster American

Ulster American Holdenstreet 2023Joh Hartog Productions. Holden Street Theatres. 19 May 2023

 

Two lovely leather couches loom large on stage set in a tastefully designed bit of room, maybe a swish hotel room. We are confronted with a brash and rudely robust American looking like a modern Sioux shaman counterposed with an effete Englishman swirling a glass of rosé – a sanguine metaphor that turns bloody awful.

 

A play is under discussion and the London director and Hollywood star are waiting for the playwright to complete a perfectly volatile triangle. Before she arrives, some compromising discussion about women betrays toxic masculinity in two flavours. But the female Northern Irish playwright - initially giddy upon meeting the star - proves not to be trifled with.

 

Ulster American is not the script of the deceased Australian author David Ireland who won the Miles Franklin award three times; it belongs to the fully alive David Ireland who penned his award-winning script in 2018. Ireland may identify quite firmly as North Irish or Irish or British as his heroine in this play does. The author juxtaposes the gallimaufry of the Northern Irish conflict with condescending British attitudes and its bipolar politics. The script is fresh with post-Brexit confusion here echoing the dangerous Irish/English national and religious dichotomy. A very clever insight into modern British angst.

 

The US and UK persona, played a bit too formally yet lively by stalwarts Brendan Cooney and Scott Nell respectively, have a wonderfully robust tête-à-tête that creates a minefield of sexism. The vivacious playwright, played by the coruscating Cheryl Douglas, maneuvers the men into the minefield and Kaboom! Kaboom! as the tripartite of disagreement accelerates out of control, and the pretext of placation turns into a bloody mess.

 

Director and producer Joh Hartog moves his actors for effective physical emphasis of their colliding worlds, especially when the men gang up and pressurise the poor woman to get their way. The male characters are so awful, the performances seem on the verge of parody. There are so many great battles in this war of wills: bleak, black and terribly funny in a cringe-worthy way. It is exciting to watch the changing status change again until we have a winner. Have we come only this far in the 21st Century?

 

David Grybowski

 

When: 10 to 20 May 2023

Where: Holden Street Theatres

Bookings: holdenstreettheatres.com

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