Therry Theatre. Arts Theatre. 10 Aug 2024
It has happened again.
An unfunded local company has turned on a five-star production with the sort of flourishing finesse one may expect of the big professionals.
It is hard to comprehend how Therry could assemble so many excellent singers and generate such a disciplined and committed musical cast, including orchestral musicians, to present such an extremely demanding jukebox musical.
This critic attended the production as organiser of a group booking of decidedly discerning theatre goers. A certain amount of responsibility is accorded to this role, and an embarrassing backlash if group members are disappointed. To make this predicament more absurdly compromising, the director of this show, Jude Hines, is a very fond friend. Perchance the critic was more nervous than the director.
Of course, it is no-win. It would have been hard to pan a bad show by a friend but it also is tricky to write a rave about a friend. Anyway, here it is. Jude made it easy.
Jersey Boys is a triumph.
Don’t take my word for it. Dash down to The Arts Theatre and spend a couple of hours in foot-tapping enjoyment.
As the program explains, Jersey Boys is the story of Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons with a book by Marshall Brickman & Rick Elice, music by Bob Gaudio and Lyrics by Bob Crew.
Full of sixties hit songs, it has been a very well-received musical since its 2004 premiere at La Jolla in California. It ran for 12 years on Broadway, toured, turned up everywhere and, smothered in awards, enjoyed a 2021 West End revival.
All it needs is a snappy director and a fabulous cast.
So, here it is, on the old Therry shoestring budget, looking a million dollars in endless costume changes, a simple scaffolding set with myriad set pieces trucking softly in on the quietest casters in history through the no less than fifty scenes. Set designer Gary Anderson may henceforth answer to the sobriquet “Mr Casters Oil.”
From lighting plots to orchestral cues, this musical just sings.
Lindsay Prodea has always looked good on stage but here, easily accommodating the falsetto reaches of Frankie Valli, he excels both in song and character delivery. It’s a taxing role and a bravura performance. Trevor Anderson plays the key part as Tommy DeVito, the New Jersey wheeler dealer who brings the group both together and apart through the years. He is vocally a treat and immensely appealing onstage. Sam Davy stepped in to rescue the show after an injury to the performer playing Nick Masai. Lucky break for Therry. He was still fresh after playing the role for Northern Light in 2022 and he does the production proud. Then there’s Phillippe Quaziz as Bob Gaudio, the fourth of the Four Seasons. He always looks too old but he can charm and sing a house down. And, with pretty flawless sound from the excellent techs, the four harmonised and delivered all those great old hits: Walk Like a Man, Sherry, My Eyes Adored You, Let’s Hang On, Rag Doll, and more.
If Leanne Savill’s musical direction is right on the ball (nice horn section, too), choreographer Linda Lawson has the dancers looking excellent in cleverly accessible moves. Ditto the singing principals.
Supporting cast lives up to the all-over high standards with ease and, bar one, the American accents.
Sam Wiseman just eats the stage in his cameo as Gyp. Nikki Gaertner Eaton takes Frankie’s wife, Mary Delgado, from bombshell to heartbreak very elegantly and Tom Adams is a winning scene stealer as the great Bob Crewe.
The supporting cast smoothly undertakes myriad multi roles making the show seem bigger than it really is. Nice work all round. Particularly from my mate Jude Hines as director.
I tips me cap.
Samela Harris
When: 9 to 17 Aug
Where: The Arts Theatre
Bookings therry.org.au
Adelaide Festival Theatre. 8 Aug 2024
This revival of a revival of a revival of the classic Broadway musical, Chicago, is older than it ever intended to be.
It has whiskers. It is a 28 year old production and it’s tired, flat and lacklustre. It’s a leftover meal endlessly reheated. The beloved Fosse/Kander/Ebb musical is part Brecht, part vaudeville pastiche and all gritty style. Where once, as in the original production and in the celebrated 1981 Australian production (directed by Richard Wherrett and starring Nancye Hayes, Geraldine Turner, Terence Donovan and George Spartels) it was fresh, scintillating and dazzling in subversion. This production is a damp squib.
Chicago as performed by brilliant teenage tyros for Pelican Productions at the Thebarton Town Hall was vastly preferable to this dull, toothless production.
The show concerns celebrity criminals and the pertinence of that should not be lost in the age of Donald Trump, but it is.
This production has always been hard to look at. It’s boring black on boring black. Read cheap. The choreography is now more fussy than Fosse. Mercifully, we could say Anthony Warlow as the shyster lawyer, Billy Flynn, chews the scenery, if there was any scenery to chew. He is superb and at his inestimable best. This performance has style, wit and chutzpah to burn. Peter Rowsthorn kills as the sad sack Andy - or is it Amos? and gives a peerless and highly memorable performance. S. Valeri as sob sister Mary Sunshine seems to have swallowed Trevor Ashley and Asabi Goodman underwhelms as Matron ‘Mama’ Morton.
The very worst of this show is the central miscasting of Zoë Ventoura as Velma Kelly and the (usually excellent) Lucy Maunder as Roxie Hart. Ventoura seems never to really connect with the audience and she seems to have heavy feet. Maunder’s Roxie just doesn’t register.
Roxie has moxie and bite but Maunder plays her as a simpering, giggly Tammy Faye Bakker - with the eye-makeup to match. These are star parts but herein they sag.
The ensemble works hard but hard work ain’t enough. The onstage band, led by Anthony Barnhill is stunningly good.
Chicago is chockers with hilarious one-liners and lyrics. Scandalously, those great gags are thrown away and lyrics are sometimes inaudible in this paint-by-numbers production. Sad to say, but my companion and I both reached for the gun.
Peter Goers
When: 9 to 31 Aug
Where: Adelaide Festival Centre
Bookings: ticketek.com.au
Blue Sky Theatre productions. 2 Aug 2024
The university years – ah was it just yesterday? For the protagonists of this play, it was the ‘eighties in Northern England although really, apart from the accents, it could have been anytime, anywhere.
Three young women, disparate characters who meet up in the dorms during their first year of university, move in together for the next two years of their respective degrees. Di (Nicole Rutty) is the sporty lesbian who is studying business, Viv (Kate Anolak) is the serious feminist sociologist and Rose (Allison Scharber) is the fun-loving, sex-loving art historian. The assumption here, in accepted ‘house buddy’ fashion, is that they will influence each other, absorbing parts of each personality, but that just doesn’t happen. Instead, they acknowledge each other’s quirks while also calling out concerning behaviors eg Rose’s turnstile of lovers, Di’s lack of lovers and Viv’s sexual diffidence.
The production begins with a physical minimalism: there is no set, and props are passed between each other like relay batons; a phone headpiece here, a folder there. It makes for a quick pace to begin with as the vignettes setting up the narrative come thick and fast. What does become obvious quite quickly is that this play is not a lightweight chick flick. The writing is intelligent and incisive, and while the invariable house party and domestic discord (the laundry!) scenes turn up, they’re tempered by some sharp observations on familial relationships and personal demons.
The progression of time is projected on screen rear of stage; we begin in 1983 and work our way (slowly) through to 2010. As noted however, this could be anytime anywhere. Apart from stamping the time signature with music cues (Madonna, Amii Stewart, Cyndi Lauper et al) there is no reference to the world outside the house. Viv comes forth with a dissertation on corsetry and feminism, a scene which could have (should have?) included a reference, however oblique to the fact that Margaret Thatcher was the current Prime Minister and the first woman to hold that position.
The first act is long - around ninety minutes - and we’re still in the ‘eighties by the end of it, albeit still firmly in the cocoon of the house. The cast works hard and with great reward. Emotional highs and lows keep the audience captivated and Angela Short’s tight production is only let down occasionally by weaknesses in Amelia Bullmore’s script. While some judicious editing is probably in order, particularly in the overly long first act, there are also unanswered questions and dangling threads - what happened to Abby Mathews from the laundromat?
As the production moves into Act Two and the new century, the cast transitions smoothly into the joys and disappointments of growing older, reflecting the physical and emotional toll of separation. Increasingly, the initial gentle motif of boxes becomes more of a metaphor for the changes in their lives and relationships, both binding and fracturing their friendship.
There are wrenching moments that Nicole Rutty handles beautifully, from the powerful, painful howl to the rawness of grief. Kate Anolak grows into her role as Viv, with a masterful monologue near play’s end. Allison Scharber has read Rose to a tee, and we teeter between disapproval and admiration at her life choices, but we’re always entertained by this bright personality.
Di and Viv and Rose is no mere paean to female friendship and in the very capable hands of Blue Sky it is a thoughtful, emotional, entertaining look at love and pain and the whole damn thing.
Arna Eyers-White
When: 2 to 11 Aug
Where: Marion Cultural Centre
Bookings: blueskytheatre.com.au
State Theatre Company South Australia. Space Theatre. 30 Jul 2024
With a brave dive into the extremely unlikely, Van Badham may emerge with a smile.
A musical rom-com on stage is a wildly left-field diversion in 2024.
But diversion it is. Thoroughly diverting.
And, this very promising Australian playwright fulfils yet more of her shining promise.
The play describes a blind date at the man’s super-neat city high-rise bachelor apartment. It’s an incompatible match but impelled to continue when the world goes abruptly into “shelter-in-place” lockdown. The clashing pair then face an indefinite time conflicting in confinement. And, tolerance, it seems, is not their thing.
Badham with co-writer Richard Wise, found the rom-com concept from the true story of a hapless couple forced to cohabit from the first great Covid-19 lockdown in China. They married this plot, so to speak, to Arthur Aron’s 36 Questions which purport to deliver intimacy. Thus do our nameless protagonists work their way through the questions as time goes by, gradually revealing more of themselves. There’s plenty of humour in the business of awkwardness and yet more to be found with the cheek-to-jowl rock band neighbours whose apartment window gazes most intimately into the bachelor pad. The juxtaposition of these two worlds is core to a simply stunning, albeit oddly fridge-free set design by Jeremy Allen which comes to delicious light under Gavin Norris’s lighting. The interaction of the neighbours also is key to some giggles, not to mention when, accompanying the two principals, they sing some wickedly perky chorus lines. Not that everything they sing thrills this critic. Richard Wise is responsible for the music and he gives one song during which, with the audience already in a chill breeze of over-airconditioning, one feels as uncomfortably trapped as the do the characters. This is when keyboarder Sam Lau lets loose with the most aggressive and abrasive punk solo this side of Sid Vicious’ grave. Wise’s music otherwise is generally fun and often sensitive with some really elegant arrangements. Not that one goes away humming any of the tunes. It is a long time since a new musical had that effect. Nonetheless, this production is a musical and much of the interaction is broken into song. Therein, with Chaya Ocampo tending to stridency as The Visitor, it is Charles Wu as The Resident who really beguiles. Among other things, his rendition of the song Life Is So Small is deeply moving. His is a lovely performance all round as the diffident bachelor.
Van Badham being Van Badham has allowed a wholesome little political thread to run through the play, nicely enabled by The Visitor bragging the feminist agenda of her degree in gender studies. And, she gives a gentle serve to our generational dependence on internet connectivity, on online shopping addiction, and messaging versus speaking.
There are some jewels dotted throughout the play which shines with the sleek directorial touch of Mitch Butel. Similary, that little band through the window, Lau with James Bannan Jr and Jackson Mack, under Kym Purling’s expert musical direction with Andrew Howard’s sound, sing their own song of nifty production values.
Thus is this topical confection of a modern rom-com musical to be most cheerfully recommended to audiences of all ages.
It’s a bit of a feel-good gem.
Samela Harris
When: 30 Jul to 17 Aug
Where: Space Theatre
Bookings: statetheatrecompany.com.au
Illuminate Adelaide/Insite Arts. Nexus Arts. 11 July 2024
Such a deftly simple idea.
Offer a group of artists across dance, visual arts and performance art a 3.5m round white stage, five video monitors behind them and see what they fill it with, or rather, how they envision filling the earth.
Juha Vanhakartano’s concept is one in which he allowed artists involved to bring whatever ideas and tools needed to execute their visions and remained hands off from there. Vanhakartano worked sculpting the overall concept and video design in partnership with Sound Designer/Operator Sascha Budimski and Lighting Designer/Operator Nic Mollison.
This is where the simple bit ends. Here, it’s all about the framing of images and meaning in action in this tiny stage space. Your eyes and mind are constantly at work devouring and comprehending a lot of phenomenal information.
Across seven sharply different, deeply engaging, through provoking works, Fill The Earth goes places far beyond the physical span of the space works are confined.
Visual Artist Thom Buchanan is already at work as the audience files in, performing Anthropocene Epoch.
Sit down or walk around the artist, as he etches/smudges hard and light charcoal lines into the canvas.
Buchanan is hard at work. His stained feet leave black marks, whirling about the canvas. Monitors show an overhead shot of the work. You see a white ice age world of growing cracks. Yes, this is the world. Before the world.
Yumi Umiumare’s M.M.E – My Mother Earth is the only work restricted to video monitor. The ice cold of the Anthropocene gives way to this eerie bubble shaped figure which proceeds to grow, glow in green, blue and purple to an exactingly tingling soundtrack. Awe is a good word for this piece. Umiumare manages to express the fecund nature of birthing life on bare earth that’s quite transcendent and yet primitive.
Caleena Sansbury and Adrianne Semmens’ Here, Unseen is a delicate, sparse but very rich focus on country, Kuarna Yerta country. Video footage of stick branches fused with the performers begins they piece as the offer a dance that’s very much one love for the ochre lands, the bare vegetation and so importantly as voice overs, older to younger generations chant, “our country holds our stories.” Yet they are immersed in this land, they are certainly here, but unseen.
Paulo Castro and Jo Stone’s O Sabor do meu Pomar of all the works brilliantly pulls off the challenge of framing a work and its intent differently from what is seen from audience view and what is seen in overhead shot video view.
Stone enters the stage. From her dress hem drop around a half dozen red apples. She exits, returning with a radio, a bag. Listens for radio sound. She exits twice, returning each time with a large dead apple tree limb, laying one limb on the stage dais behind her, the other in front.
This a scene of devastated earth. So smashed, unreal it’s enough to attempt sticky taping apples back onto branches to recover a sense of normal Earth. It’s as uncomfortably disconcerting, the sound of tape stretching over an apple and a tree limb as it is to watch. Stone can now lie down and look the sky. Only form overhead view on video, looking down on her and the scene, Earth looks perfect again. It’s a scarily real-time world image to ponder.
Co-director sisters Alison and Bridget Currie’s Sister of Icarus is a dive into art mythology from another angle which takes its cues from three August Rodin sculptures.
Accent is on comfort. Alison Currie and Cazna Brass play with sculptural shape using rocks, cloth a cloth enclosed sculptural form. It all seems so hard for these two to find ‘ease.’ As much as they change positions, change placement of small rocks on their bodies in Rodin imitation, nothing seems quite settled. The piece also suggestively hovers around the idea of an actual sister of Icarus falling down the rocks, not up to the sun as Icarus did. It’s beautiful, taught, lightly tragic demanding work in which being supportive and being ok is the battle.
Stephen Sheehan’s Adam is an existentially whimsical work about a man with a door. What he might find behind the door. Or not. The psychological world made physical with all its little unknown moments as he knocks on the door, peers around it, uses it as shelter from scary things.
Overhead video shots of this man/door journey are fascinating. Is Adam attempting to wall himself in or out of the world?
Lina Limosani’s Mele is totally the modern world. Grey. Angular. Fast. Unforgiving. In dancer Rowan Rossi, she has the perfect talent to execute the most brutal, sharp, savagely exact choreography seen in some time with ripping soundtrack in support. Rossi is mesmerising. He is modern man. Today. Which no one really wants to suffer being.
David O’Brien
When: Closed
Where: Nexus Arts
Bookings: Closed