Michael Hackett. The GC. 16 Feb 2018
Mystification.
This Fringe comedy show is touted as “groundbreaking”.
Um. What ground? Where?
Perhaps there is some poetic justice in the fact that this English comic’s main impression of Adelaide so far is that we have very smooth tarmac. It’s hard to break ground under tarmac. It is effectively ground sealing.
Michael Hackett seemed to love our tarmac almost as much as we didn’t love him.
He’s a stand-up from Manchester. He stands up tall at 6’ 7”. He supplied his enthusiastic audience at the GC with nips of vodka on arrival. They were very popular indeed.
Hackett worked and worked. He started out moderately well. He is extremely appealing. He has the cutest, most irresistible smile.
He had the old comedian's formula; he’d picked a couple of local references. Smooth tarmac on our roads and the Aussie argot of “strawbs” for strawberries. They were to be his best comedic assets.
There was no great revelation about “giantology” except that long legs are uncomfortable on planes.
But, for some reason, he read his audience as really classless turkeys who could not get their minds above their genitals.
So he hammered on and on about genitalia. His preoccupation with vaginas became tedious. One wanted to send him off to Hobart where he could gaze at them to his heart’s content on the MONA vagina walls. We learned about his scrotum.
One could go on. He did.
He effectively embarrassed and humiliated one sensitive young man in the front row. A few yobbos at the back guffawed before going out to get more drinks.
But, with other audience members streaming off to the loo never to return, he realised that his opening night world premiere in Adelaide was not going down. He had forgotten a chunk of his shtick, he said. He had jet-lag. The vodka was the thing his audience seemed to like best, he lamented. He does not think he’ll do that again. He cut his losses and ended the show early.
Relief.
Samela Harris
2 stars [one for the vodka]
When: 17 Feb to 17 Mar
Where: Variously between the GC at the German Club and The Bakehouse Theatre
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
Matt Byrne Media. Maxim's Wine Bar. 15 Feb 2018
No houses were sold in the making of this production, but they sold me.
I don't know about you but I put real estate agents right in there with bankers and used car salesmen when it comes to telling porky pies. Residential property ownership has been a hot topic in the news all last year with concerns about the double whammy of unaffordable prices, and higher interest rates on over-leveraged mortgages. Plus the current Federal inquiry into banking is investigating shonky loan practice. So there is plenty of material here for Matt Byrne's perennial Adelaide Fringe contribution at Maxim's Wine Bar in Norwood.
Hott Property follows a format created by Byrne that has proven attractive to Adelaide's mature audiences: something akin to TV skit comedy and theatrical review. Whether the focus is on professions (teachers in Chalkies, 2008 and the cops in P.I.G.S. in 2012), TV shows (Chunderbelly, 2015 and The Luv Boat, 2016), or social issues (Bogans in 2013 and dateless.com in 2014), Matt and three other entertainers roast and toast the subject matter with jokes, characterisations, songs, dance shuffle and audience participation.
Leaving the TV shows aside, Byrne satirises the professional and social stereotypes with great affection as they are the unsung heroes in the public service, and people we know and love respectively. But nobody I know is in love with real estate agents and lenders, and Byrne is humorously merciless with the worst of their dishonesty and shallowness. Byrne's serious agenda was revealed in his monologue comprising an impassioned plea for fairness in housing availability, and a regret that the next generation is unlikely to afford the backyard childhood that he enjoyed.
As he entered the arena, I was immediately impressed with the veracity of Brad Butvila's stage persona, only to find out he really is in the business. Indeed, he is credited with giving a sense of authenticity to the show, such as his Terry Trott explaining how the game works by saying, "everybody is lying to everybody," including the house hunters and vendors. He is a fine contributor to the shenanigans. Amber Platton has plenty of stage stamina - a real professional - skills likely honed during her stint at Disneyland in LA. Even while dressed like she's selling a lot more than real estate, it's her ever-present smile and constant dedication to character that stands out. Theresa Dolman is more experienced with Byrne's review productions having first participated in Shakers (bartenders) in 1999. Dolman has a great skill in bringing you into her character's world with empathetic gravitas. But it is Matt Byrne who dominates the comedy and corny lines through delivery or script. His telephone conversation - clicking rapidly between a hoodwinked buyer and a misled seller - was absolutely priceless, and at the same time, frightening in plausibility. He is the Bob Hope of our time and place. The cast present a cavalcade of characters - some hopelessly stereotypical, some fetching and worthy. But it's the absolute pace of comic material ranging from belly laughable to groan to PC Light that keeps you in the game.
Another arrow flung from the bow of Robin Hood Byrne and directly on target. Urrgh! Splat! Right between the mobile phone in one hand and the zirconium pinky ring on the other.
David Grybowski
3.5 stars
When: 14 February to 17 March
Where: Maxim's Wine Bar, 194a The Parade, Norwood
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au and mattbyrnemedia.com.au
Gilded Balloon & Redbeard Theatre in assoc. with Holden Street Theatres. Holden Street Theatres. 14 Feb 2018
Oh, Syria. Poor Syria. Your anguish cries from your war-torn walls in strident artwork. Graffiti is the voice of your people. Nameless they must be. Hence, Nameless is the name adopted by one graffiti artist, a brave and passionate young woman, single-mindedly painting anonymous political protests against the Assad regime.
She’s angry. She’s defensive. There is no soft place in her world. On stage in Adelaide, she is embodied by London-based actress Avital Lvova who swiftly will be recalled as the award-winning star of Henry Naylor’s Angel in last year’s Fringe.
This year, Holden Street Theatres is presenting the fourth of Naylor’s powerful agitprop Arabian Nightmares series about the Middle East. Borders follows The Collector, Echoes and Angel. All have sprung immediately to critical acclaim with Naylor now ranked among the most important playwrights of our times.
This play is divided into two perspectives - that of Nameless, sticking to her paint guns in the savage street life of her brutalised homeland, and that of an ambitious British photo journalist called Sebastian Nightingale who scored a fabulous early career break in capturing a rare and best-ever image of Bin Laden. His subsequent career is less show-stopping and, as jaded old foreign correspondent John Messenger reminds him, he does not have the grit for the field. His forays into world trouble spots come under the auspices of celebrity humanitarians such as Angelina Jolie or Bono and thus does his photo career veer into star studies and his own stardom, much to the disdain of the old journalist called Messenger.
This conflict allows the playwright to editorialise, so to speak, on the state of modern media, on the loss of true news coverage and journalistic integrity to the endless, slavish reportage of celebrity gossip. It is another great cultural casualty of our times and Naylor nails it.
Graham O’Mara plays the two media figures, each captured with professional perspicacity. O’Mara is a most exquisitely nuanced actor. He radiates a star quality of his own.
Directed by Michael Cabot and Louise Skaaning and set austerely on a dark stage, the action evolves alternating in his and her worlds, each confronting crises, one suffering the indignity of gender disrespect, of rape and incarceration, the other the indignity of professional soul-sellout. Oh, and Lvova’s rape scene! Oh, how its agony sears into heart and soul and, of course, the poor woman’s suffering is exacerbated when she finds that she is pregnant.
The audience is wondering if and how these worlds may intersect. Well, intersect they do and it is a magnificent and spectacular climax.
Samela Harris
5 stars
When: 16 Feb to 18 Mar
Where: Holden Street Theatres
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
Molly Taylor in association with Holden Street Theatres. Holden Street Theatres. 14 Feb 2018
I never really thought of thanking the driver when I leave a bus or tram of the public transport system until I visited Vancouver and heard the locals do it (Canadians are worldly renowned for their politeness) and my wife and I earnestly aped this courteous habit. Love Letters..., however, takes gratitude to a whole new level. And Molly Taylor makes a good case for gushing thankfulness in her self-presented show commissioned by the National Theatre of Scotland, which premiered in the Edinburgh Fringe in 2012.
Molly told me that everything in the narrative is true. Molly meets her soul mate and is compelled to write love letters to her beau throughout her interstate tour. Giddy with love, Molly further muses that fickle chance alone cannot be responsible for the timely arrivals and departures that determine the course of her life - there must be someone to thank. When you put it that way, bus drivers are pretty bloody important. And even after love once again disappoints, she pursues the various public transportation agencies to contact the drivers who drove her destiny.
Molly wrote a picturesque and poetic script - in a low mood, she described that her "city became a cemetery of memories." Alternatively, she quickly soars with enthusiasm, bubbles over with love, and becomes giddy with gratefulness. Molly shows dogged determination and resilience in her quest, and wins us over to her thesis. There are inspiring messages: you didn't get to where you got without help, and the only ordinary people are the people you don't know.
Molly, thank you for reminding me of these things through your heartwarming journey and exceptional storytelling ability.
David Grybowski
4 stars
14 February 2018
When: 14 Feb to 1 Mar
Where: Holden Street Theatres
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
Unpolished Theatre in assoc. with the Pleasance Theatre Trust. Holden Street Theatres. 14 Feb 2018
Behind the decaying concrete walls of those hideous London tower blocks, there’s thwarted lowlife festering in cramped quarters. Life is tough. The people are tougher. Or so their facades must make the world think.
They’re muscly and aggro Cockneys . They pick fights in the pub and never have enough dosh. They’re strutting, angry and bent on crime. This world as depicted in Elliot Warren's play Flesh and Bone is latter day Kray Brothers territory albeit that only Terry is the thug. Brother Reiss is gay and afraid to come out to Terry. Girlfriend Kel is hard-bitten and crass. She works the phone sex lines for cash. Granddad is a squalid old loser in his dressing gown, a nasty old thing. They’re all rather nasty. They are loud and vulgar. And, of course, so is the play.
It is high-energy and bellowing high volume.
It is not for everyone. People with sensitive ears or delicate sensibilities are hereby warned. And a fairly graphic masturbation scene is not the go for children.
But the message this new and award-winning play is conveying is that urban lowlife is just as much a timeless constant in poor communities as are the rats that share their slums.
Warren elevates this sense by alternating the play’s torrents of profanity with Shakespearean eloquence.
Most strikingly of all, betwixt and between the choreographed violence and domestic vulgarity, he gives each character a mighty soliloquy.
Therein, Alessandro Babalola playing Jamal, the huge black neighbour, presents a couple of performance vignettes of breathtaking power and beauty. Showstoppers. Here is a magnificent actor working with a terrific piece of scripting. As the stereotypically intimidating chip-on-the-shoulder criminal, he unveils a depth of vulnerability and innocence which is as beautiful as it is deeply moving. For this actor’s performance alone, Flesh and Bone is a must for serious theatre goers.
The rest of the cast also is adept and powerful and, throughout this play, right in your face. “In your face” is the description from many audience members. Olivia Brady as Kel looks a bit like a new gen Lulu and, indeed, has a lot of the heart and edge of that beloved English star. Kel is the classic used female in a male domain. It is such a coarse household, but she holds her own in the cup of tea territory and, with a cute bedroom sex scene, shows that in there somewhere there is a kernel of love with the rough and tough Terry, played to the cunning Cockney hilt by the playwright. The yearnings of the gay brother are classic and perfectly expressed in the performance of Michael Jinks. As for Grandad, played by Nick T. Frost, he is the product of a life of hard core underworld. He makes us shudder.
It is not entirely new to assert that even the lousiest hoodlums have hearts and hopes beneath their crude and cruddy lifestyles. But the way in which Warren has used the language in its highest and lowest forms gives this idea a potent foundation and this work a brave originality.
Samela Harris
5 stars
When: 16 Feb to 18 Mar
Where: Holden Street Theatres
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au