The Glass Menagerie

The Odeon. State Theatre Company South Australia. 19 Nov 2025

The old is new again and yet it is still old. So it feels with State Theatre’s production of Tennessee Williams’ masterpiece, The Glass Menagerie.

It is wildly unconventional while holding the play's emotional integrity fiercely in place.

Pleasingly, it showcases yet again the remarkable versatility of the Odeon Theatre in Norwood which most recently was stripped bare to a multimedia hall for Oz Asia and now is reborn with a mega set of dense multi-level complexity reaching from the lighting rigs right to the toes of the front row.

The play itself is famously a “memory play”, being melancholy evocations of the playwright's family experiences. The principal character is Tom, Thomas having been Williams’ born first name. The characters of the overbearing and thwarted mother, Amanda, and the disabled lonely Laura bearing no little resemblance to his own family. It is even set in St Louis, wherein the playwright had lived. 

If ever there was a sublimely written and piquantly indelible play, this is it, considered by many to be a foundational work of American theatre.

Coincidentally, it was pipped for the 1945 Pulitzer by Mary Chase’s play Harvey, which is about to close in Adelaide after running to full houses at Holden Street Theatres.

Spookily, both plays are about a fading socialite mother desperate to find a match for her unmarried daughter.

The Glass Menagerie mother, Amanda Wingfield, is the more tragic by far. Hers is a character part coveted and relished by senior actresses and it is a little surprising to find that State director Shannon Rush has cast and bewigged a decidedly youthful-looking beauty, Ksenja Logos, in the role.  She is a brave choice, especially in the brittleness of her delivery.  Not for her the languid vowels of the American South. Then again, director Rush breaks all sorts of traditions in this production and allows that poor ambitious mother to return to her southern-belle persona almost caricatured as a painted doll with the arrival of the gentleman caller.

Mark Thompson’s mega set enables risks. It is a world of myriad moods, a depth of field of fire stairs creating a claustrophobic sense of crowded tenement living. There is a shadowy downstairs street wherein strangers lurk.  There is the fire-escape landing for smoking and moon-gazing, a huge door frame which speaks to the disappointment of the characters who go through it - down into their reliquary of southern grace which is Amanda’s world. The set also respects the early design concept of screens with an astounding painted drop bearing the image of the absent father, alongside an empty Trumpian gilded frame. Darkly transparent, the face drop becomes the characters’ path into their domestic world while the dining room dominates and is to deliver, with Gavin Norris’s artful lighting, one of several scenes of utter theatrical magic. There is yet another level dressed for the living room and yet another for Laura’s gramophone and, oh, yes, the glass menagerie itself which, many-stranded, hangs dreamily from aloft, occasionally illuminated. Hence, the action is layered upon a literal world and flawed reminiscence.  

There is a lot to take in. A lot to ponder. And yet therein remains the purity of Tennessee Williams’s first great hit play.

Poor Tom, who is both narrator and character in the story, is portrayed most perceptively as hen-pecked son and sweet brother by Laurence Boxhall; good accent, too.  Kathryn (Kitty) Adams makes the heart ache as poor Laura. She captures succinctly Laura’s vulnerability albeit, again, as a director’s choice one assumes, far from the club foot with which Laura is afflicted in many productions, she suffers but an occasional limp, not necessarily the same one. 

The Gentleman Caller is played by one Jono Darby. He is positively thrilling. The stage is alive with his presence. Marvellous voice. Light on his feet. Astute in emotional inflection. He is a “find” in the Adelaide theatre.

Jamie Hornsby has composed for this piece some theme music which with Andrew Howard’s sound, at first overstates itself but, as the play evolves, finds a level which then blends. Costumes are splendid, right down to Amanda’s seamed stockings.

As a whole this State Theatre production is imperfect and at the same time, really quite wondrous.

And Mark Thompson may take a bow.

Samela Harris 

When: 19 Nov to 7 Dec

Where: The Odeon

Bookings: statetheatrecompany.com.au

The Offering (A Plastic Ocean Oratorio)

OzAsia Festival. Omar Musa and Mariel Roberts Musa. Nexus Arts. 6 Nov 2025

The Offering (A Plastic Ocean Oratorio) is as powerfully modern event, as its form has roots in ancient arts of mythic, poetic storytelling shared by cultures western and Asian.

Renowned Queanbeyan essayist, poet, visual artist, novelist and rapper Omar Musa and globally renowned cellist (and Omar’s wife) Mariel Roberts Musa, deliver a profoundly searing biographical tale of Musa’s family origins in Borneo in a manner that is cutting, unapologetically upfront, shocking yet profound as readers of Homer’s Illyiad would have taken it in its time.

Musa’s savagely beautiful story goes beyond individual human stories to encompass the wider one of ecological destruction, colonial capitalism, and enforced poverty as a consequence of industrial development.

He is the water sprite seeking to become human again. The sprite encountering the pollution of the seas. The young man observing his Grandparent’s jungle livelihood being obliterated. Considering Musa’s own life as an immigrant to Queensland.

Musa’s writing is beautiful, yet hard in its succinct symbolism without a drop of sentimentality in it. He delivers it with an authority of an ancient storyteller who is yet, so very young. The work is so carefully paced, assisted by the most beautiful projected back drops of sea, and of jungle.

Roberts Musa’s composition for cello blended with electronics and effects is stunning in the range of emotion, place, and experience it expresses, from human breathing to the violence of the sea and volcano. You will never hear like of it from any other cellist.

Musa’s use of rap is easily the most seismic element of the production’s impact on the audience. It hits so hard, these vicious yet accurate words of truth telling, exposing environmental destruction, human displacement, economic abuse.

This work is indeed an offering, of hope in a future beyond the travails of the present. An understanding of a historical reality—as Musa noted to the audience, “bet you didn’t think you’d be getting a history lesson.” A reckoning with what a pathway to something better might be.

David O’Brien

When: 6 and 7 Nov

Where: Nexus Arts Centre

Bookings: Closed

The Special Comedy Comedy Special: Greatest Debate

OzAsia. Her Majesty’s Theatre. 6 Nov 2025

The new Australian dream is never moving out

Asian Aussies grow up in an environment of cross-cultural, bi-cultural domesticity wherein the question of when one leaves home has higher degrees of ambivalence than for this true-blue Aussie's counterparts.

When said dilemma is parsed by their peers of the comedy persuasion, oh, it is of bittersweet hilarity - especially when delivered with barbs and exposes of fierce opposition.

OzAsia’s idea of pitting Aussie-born Asians, AKA Asian Australians, into this fearless challenge is nothing less than brilliant.

For us old Aussies, it is a cultural education with laughing bells on.

These six debaters, bravely moderated by the ABC’s Jason Chong, were of differing Asian stock, but would seem to agree that the racial identification requested on official forms makes the identification of “European ancestry” suggest something “extra white”.  And listening to the six debaters pit themselves and each other against racial stereotypes makes one sit and ponder one’s own position in the gene pool. How white are we “Europeans”?

Europeans descend from a mixture of four West-Eurasian ancestral components, of which only the Nords and Celts are truly white. I, for one, am not “white”. I am “olive”, no doubt due to admixtures of other ethnic groups from Persia and the Levant.

Yes, Mr Chong et al, there’s a quirky racial debate subject for next OzAsia.

By then, we may have stopped chuckling at this one. 

Michael Hing on the affirmative team was a treat. He’s had a varied career on television and radio, and even politics as the one member of the One Asian Party. Teammate Kushi Ventkatesh is only 20, a student and TikTokker. She insisted her youth made her the only genuine “New Australian" and, after giving diabolical advice as how to stop your Asian parents stalking you via electronic media, announced that her parents were in the house. Oops. Funny girl.

Lawrence Leung completed the affirmatives. He’s a Melbourne magician and Rubik’s-cube nerd as well as a comedian and the senior of the onstage teams. 

On the negative side, Perth lawyer turned Melbourne comedian and memoir-writer, Sashi Perera, of Sri Lankan descent, noted the Aussie quest for individuality versus Asian community. Most everyone found that notable, except perhaps mixed-race comedian and drag artiste and TikTokker, Sydney-based Londoner CJ Lamarque, who had a lovely line on xenophobia. Alex Lee, captain of the negative team, is a journalist, actress and comedian - a triple threat with Asian genes. 

The moderator “paid” everyone in bubble tea which he drank if they ran over their time allocations.

And, through a QR code onscreen, he accepted questions from the audience.

We learned a lot about Asian parenting: hot water is the cure for everything; mother can never collect too many plastic containers; homes must be near Aldis and private schools. Complex home lives are good for comic content, happy people are boring, Asian families never suffer loneliness syndrome and moving back with the parents is worth it for the babysitting. In the end of the day, after a madness of point-making and finger-pointing and some really naughty jokes, the audience was asked to vote and it did so very rowdily for the negative. Which means the dream of the yellow picket fence is alive, but for the cost.  Or something like that.

Samela Harris

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When: 6 Nov

Where: Her Majesty’s Theatre

Bookings: Closed

The Merry Widow

Co-Opera. The Vine Shed Venue & Cellar Door. 5 Nov 2025

Franz Lehár’s operetta The Merry Widow premiered in Vienna in 1905 and has never really left the stage. It has been performed almost countless times and remains a favourite to this day. Regardless of one’s background – opera lover, opera hater, opera curious, or opera agnostic – everyone has heard the opera’s showstopper, Vilja, o Vilja and likely enjoys its wistfulness and glorious melody. But the show has much more to offer; it explores gender and power dynamics, and is ripe for re-imagination to bring it into a more contemporary context. This is exactly what Co-Opera and director Macintyre Howie-Reeves have done with their current production: they have lifted it out of its original milieu of belle époque embassy glitz into the cut and thrust and casting-couch politics of the golden age of Hollywood (which is ostensibly more accessible to someone today!).

In the original version of The Merry Widow, the action takes place in the fictional Balkan state of Pontevedro, which is facing national bankruptcy. Its salvation lies in the absurd notion of ensuring that its richest widow, Hanna Glawari, marries a fellow countryman so that her fortune doesn’t leave the country. (But perhaps it’s not totally odd ball. Even today, the futures of nations are in the hands of ‘eccentric’ individuals!) To solve the problem, Pontevedro’s embassy in Paris, led by Baron Zeta, hatches a plan: the dashing Count Danilo Danilovitsch must woo Hanna, but there’s a snag to overcome. Danilo and Hanna were once in love, but their pride – and her fortune – came between them. There are side plots involving playful wives, and ruthless diplomats, but it all turns out for the best! So, how does this translate over into Howie-Reeves’ scheme to ‘update’ the opera?

Reimagining operas is an oft discussed topic, and there are many examples of where it has gone horribly wrong or, conversely, really hit the mark! For this reviewer, setting Strauss’ Salome in a slaughterhouse and Verdi’s Otello on the decks of an aircraft carrier are clear (local) examples of the former, and setting Mozart’s The Magic Flute in a subway and example of the latter! Co-Opera’s relocation of The Merry Widow to a Hollywood studio is a risk, but in the main it works. The trick for a modern audience is not to play the opera too earnestly, otherwise it risks becoming a museum piece with only a few favourite arias surviving (such as Vilja, o Vilja). Also, if it’s over-modernised it can lose its grace and the charm (and political edge) that drives it. The sweet spot lies in recognising there is a fine line between being sincere as well as self-aware. What doesn’t work in Macintyre Howie-Reeves reimagining is the juxtaposition of American accents (in the spoken dialogue) with so-called Mid-Atlantic accents in the arias and ensemble numbers. They jar, but this is a minor grizzle!

At the centre of The Merry Widow stands Hanna Glawari, whose fortune and independence make her both an object of desire and a figure of threat. Hanna is played by Jessica Mills who gives the role wit and warm-heartedness with a dose of subversion. Mills’ Hanna is confident and knows her worth. Mills has a soaring soprano voice that at times overpowers the gentle lyricism of the music and introspection of the libretto. Mills looks the part, and the term ‘power dressing’ comes to mind as she sports costumes that give her a sharp silhouette and a commanding presence. Mills also choregraphed the production and the movement of cast members around the simple set was natural and unfussed.

Hanna’s foil is Count Danilo, who is superbly played by Mark Oates. He gives Danilo a world-weary air who tries to hide his tenderness behind cynicism and booze. The scenes in which Mills and Oates spar are highlights; they tip-toe and posture trying to find a chink in each other’s vulnerable exteriors. It’s a joy to watch, and it’s an even bigger joy to hear Oates sing the role. He does this style of libretto and music so very well, and his strutting performance of Danilo’s alcohol-soaked hymn to Parisian nightlife Da geh’ ich zu Maxim is an object lesson in understatement and comic timing.

Baron Zeta is played by Christian Evans who effectively portrays bluster and rakish confidence. His wife, Valencienne, is performed by Emma Kavanagh who gives the role the requisite coquettishness as she shamelessly flirts with Camille de Rosillon, who is handsomely played and nicely sung by Jiacheng Ding. They imbue their romantic behaviour with a hint of adolescent urgency as well as brazen infidelity. Together, Kavanagh and Ding provide a comic contrast to Hanna and Danilo’s more mature affection.

The cast is rounded out by David Visentin as St Brioch/ Kromov, James Nicholson as Cascada/ Bogdanovitch, and Vanessa lee Shirly as Njegus who all bring wit and humour to everything they do. Nicholson almost scene-steals on every occasion! The ballroom scene in which his dance partner is represented by an (empty!) dress is a total hoot! (It should be noted that in this touring production, five of the named roles are played by an alternate cast.)

The chorus numbers, for which The Merry Widow is well known, are augmented by a tuneful “community choir” of nine choristers. They were expertly conducted by Brian Chatterton OAM and greatly added to the charm of the performance.

The singing throughout is enjoyable, and the ensemble work is polished. Nothing is syrupy. The cavernous ambience of The Vine Shed challenged some of the singers and when they ‘reached’ there was occasionally tension in their voices. The musical accompaniment was provided by pianist/musical director Joseph Ingram who was just fabulous. He truly understands what it means to be a collaborative artist: he never competed with the singers; he facilitated them to bring out their best. Bravo, and what a physical work-out it must have been for him!

Being a touring company Co-Opera suffices itself with a simple set that is representational and suggestive. But that didn’t stop a few surprises being thrown in for good effect. There is nothing more than is needed, and the acting chops of the performers nicely fill in the gaps.

The audience was never in doubt about the nature of the setting of each scene. After all, it’s all about fuelling the imagination, and speaking of ‘fuel’, this performance was also catered for by the venue with delicious wines and tasty grazing plates and wood-fired artisan pizzas being available to the hungry audience. This of course adds to the duration of the event, and the whole thing ran for nearly four-and-one-half hours. The large and capacity audience certainly got their money’s worth, which is a hallmark of Co-Opera productions.

Kym Clayton

When: 5 to 9 Nov

Where: Various Venues - touring

Bookings: co-opera.com.au