Adelaide Youth Theatre. Arts Theatre. 28 Jan 2016
Adelaide Youth Theatre's reputation for excellence is not exaggerated.
It shines forth in the company's latest production, Disney's The Little Mermaid.
One might be forgiven for thinking The Arts Theatre had just dropped in from Broadway, so slick and confident are the performances, so dazzling are the costumes, so tunefully beautiful is the orchestra.
This is the company created by teachers Kareanna Sarti and Emma Riggs, a company which puts its trust in the talent of its members, some of whom are very young indeed and the oldest are in their 20s.
This production of The Little Mermaid has been in the hands of Thomas Phillips as director, Shenayde Wilkinson-Sarti as choreographer, and Deborah Brennan as musical director. These are up-and-coming talents whose impact with this show belies their youth.
The audition process has flushed out Sophie Guidolin to play the lead of the mermaid, Ariel, with Ben Francis as the handsome prince with whom she falls in love. Guidolin has just the right clear, bright versatile voice and Francis has the voice, poise, and stage presence to carry comfortably the romantic core of the show. The character parts are delivered by wonderfully accomplished young performers: Jerome Javier as Sebastien the crab and Nathan Stafford as Scuttles the Seagull. These two score the added accolade of eliciting special plaudits from the younger audience members when faced with "what did you like best about the show?"
Javier gives splendid strength to the show's most famous song, Under the Sea, while Stafford's song and dance ebullience simply delights every time he is on stage.
Montana Vincent as the skating Flounder deserves mention, too.
Paris Anderson gives good voice to Ursula, the wicked squid of the deep, but it was the behind-the-scenes team of designers and costumiers who brought the house down with a cephalopod costume which, with the help of a team of black-clad puppeteers, filled the stage with a writhing mass of giant tentacles. What a spectacle.
Notable performances abounded with Jaci Gibson and Jess Beattie high on the list, and the six Mersisters up there too. Nice harmonies.
Andrew Crisp stepping in to give his exquisite baritone voice to King Triton and a mass of young singers and dancers in all sorts of stunning fish, jellyfish, and sea creature costumes give their disciplined all to the many big numbers of the show.
In the professional world, this is an economic era of scaled-back musicals so it is rare for audiences to see a full-scale production of any of the big shows, let alone at affordable prices. With a large investment of skill and dedication by a multitude, Adelaide Youth Theatre has found a way with no half measures. The pity of it is that a production of this scale and standard finds its exposure only at the tail end of school holidays.
Samela Harris
When: 28 to 31 Jan
Where: The Arts Theatre
Bookings: Tickets available at the door
Adelaide Festival Theatre. 13 Jan 2015
Like the film before it, Ghost – The Musical will have ‘mass appeal’. The show looks impressive; tells a familiar story; stars a musical theatre icon and a pop heartthrob; and will engage cinematic audiences.
The musical itself, however, has relatively lacklustre ensemble numbers and a disappointing score devoid of any real substance to drive the story. So, one finds oneself in a quandary; is it actually any good? Much of the audience appears to enjoy it a great deal - despite applause being relatively thin throughout. The feedback is mixed.
One is certainly entertained; but simultaneously disappointed at a missed opportunity.
When lovers Sam Wheat and Molly Jensen are separated by a twist of fate, Molly is left on her own while Sam’s spirit is trapped between earth and the afterlife until he resolves the circumstances of his own demise, and saves Molly from further harm.
Jemma Rix delivers a powerhouse performance in voice as Molly, yet seems hampered emotionally by the limited depth of the script. Her performance is excellent, but it is fair to say that both of the lead characters are a bit emotionally vapid by comparison to the on-screen originals. Rob Mills’ Sam is initially a tad too cocky but settles down to what can only be described as his best performance yet. Mills and Rix do have a great connection. They are even believably ‘in love’. But their character’s relationship is underexplored and too quickly established. The ensuing separation subsequently feels emotionally bland and a bit forced.
The performance belongs to Wendy Mae Brown as the charlatan spiritualist Oda Mae Brown, made famous by Whoopi Goldberg in the original. Brown nuances through frustration, fear, excitement, love and laughter with ease and develops the most well-rounded character in the production – hers is easily the best written too. Alex Rathgeber’s baddie, Carl Bruner, is slimy enough to be believed, but has just about the worst songs in the show despite being a very talented singer. David Denis is worthy of mention for his Subway Ghost, a character pivotal to some of the most technically impressive scenes in the overall production.
The 7 piece orchestra under musical direction of Dave Skelton is just right, and the balance struck between sound effects and live orchestration delivers a truly cinematic experience.
The show is visually spectacular to watch, and worthy of ones attention for just that reason. It is not an album you’ll rush out to buy, nor a particularly memorable show. The film’s notoriety will long outlive its spin-off musical companion. Perhaps off its back, a new generation will discover and fall in love with the original, like so many before; and that can’t be a bad thing.
Paul Rodda
When: 7 to 31 Jan
Where: Festival Theatre
Bookings: bass.net.au
By Brett Haylock in association with the Adelaide Festival Centre. The Space Theatre. 30 Dec 2015.
Club Swizzle is raucous and reminiscent of its predecessor La Soiree; though just barely. The theatrical phenomenon which captured the hearts and minds of audiences all over the world has been painstakingly re-themed, re-jigged, and re-imagined. The format has now been presented in shows like La Clique, Limbo, Cantina, Fear and Delight, and the aforementioned La Soirée, and it is getting harder and harder to dazzle audiences with new material; but Club Swizzle has a few tricks up its sleeve.
First and foremost is host, Murray Hill, a New York comedian (or is it comedienne?) with a dirty sense of humour and a foul mouth. Hill’s brand of comedy is perfect for the speakeasy themed production, and speak-easy he does! Hill is at his absolute best during an audience participation segment where two randoms are called up to for a pole-dancing competition. Little does Hill know, on opening night he will be shown up by a bear who designs lighting and a sweetly sung, scene-stealing, lesbian!
Next into the fray are the acrobatic Swizzle boys (Joren Dawson, Tom Flanagan, DJ Garner and Ben Lewis) who leap, twist, flip, and balance on and off of every available prop in the room. Their act is polished to perfection, if not a tad ‘done’, but they have a few unseen tricks up their sleeve which ‘wow’ even the most experienced audience member of the genre.
There is beautiful singing from veteran cabaret and opera star, Ali McGregor; a bit of jazz-and-tap from Harlem hailing Dandy Wellington; clever ribbon and balance work by Russian performer Valerie Murzak; and some delightful burlesque by acclaimed performer Laurie Hagen; all underscored by the musical stylings of Mikey and the Nightcaps dolling out the live tunes. All in all, however, it is perhaps a bit undercooked – definitely entertaining but very rarely awe-inspiring.
The concept shows great potential, but not every seat in the house is worthy of the ticket price. The 30 odd unfortunate souls who land a seat at the end of the room (rather than the sides) get a splendid view of the best seats in the house and not much more. The 6 barstools around the pole on the end of the stage ought to be sacrificed. Ringside seating is anywhere up to 5 rows back too… so arrive early for a decent, un-reserved, spot.
At just on 2 hours in length the show could be tightened. The lengthy interval for drinking and mingling could be shorter and the acts could fire-up a little quicker. Club Swizzle is a bit of light entertainment with a fairly hefty ticket price. It doesn’t quite reach the dizzying heights of its predecessor, but it will certainly find its market.
Paul Rodda
When: 29 Dec to 17 Jan
Where: The Space Theatre
Bookings: bass.net.au
The Adelaide Repertory Theatre. The Arts Theatre. 19 Nov 2015
Once a year, the Arts Theatre is filled with booing. And hissing. And cheers. It's melodrama time.
The Rep is well practised at this silliness. After all, it is a ritual deeply rooted in theatrical tradition. Customarily, it features a sweet maiden, an evil villain, a heartthrob hero, a verbose Master of Ceremonies, a near-death scene, and assorted quaint characters all of whom must be played out in an exuberant overkill of exaggerated ham.
Valiantly brave and supremely talented Pam O'Grady has whipped up this year's offering, directing Only an Orphan Girl. Funnily, it is an American script written by Henning Nelms with the action taking place in rural Massachusetts. It requires the actors to add bad American accents to their overacting and the cast comes up with every American accent in the book. All except for the MC, the dashingly ebullient and vocally virtuous Mr Joshua Coldwell, who not only announces and pronounces the progressions of the play but also wrote his own bedazzling lines.
Star of the show is Nellie, the Orphan Girl, who is played like a swirl of delicious soft meringue by young Sophie Bubner. The audience gasps and boos and cheers as her fate rises and falls, as she faces death at the hands of a villain most foul. He is embodied by vivacious veteran actor Barry Hill with a million swishes of his big black cape and a deluge of devilishly devious dialogue. His every appearance is accompanied by a barrage of booing from the auditorium - and very often, loud and useful interjections.
The only thing that could stop this vile beast from his nefarious intentions is dear Dick Perkins, the clean-cut farm lad. Oh my. Young Robert Bell already is an award-winning emerging actor. He continues to emerge at the same shiningly stand-out standard. There's a lad who was born to be on the stage. He is the hero of the night of many levels, including the promise of his future.
Penelope Hamilton-Smith is another veteran actor who is utterly in her element when it comes to dressing up in elaborate period costume with bad wigs and slaps of makeup and going over the top. She brings the stage alive every time she struts upon it with her tiny parasol and double entendres. Gary Anderson plays old Mr Perkins, the good farmer who has taken the orphan girl into his poor-but-honest family. Anderson emerges as an I Love Lucy's Fred Mertz on rough and rugged steroids. It's a glorious performance, complemented by Jude Hines, rather in the aforementioned Lucy mode, as his dear wife.
Then there's vivid veteran Rose Vallen with massive Pippi pigtails as Lucy, the lumberingly simple-minded ray of sunshine, and the nicely seasoned Jean Walker as her not-so-simple widow mother. Misses A. Hall and M. Kemp and Mr Robert Hobson complete the cast with, wait for it, a guest appearance by the celebrated and incredibly expert and expensive prestidigitator, Professor Orlando a.k.a. the wonderful Wayne Anthoney. Never were there so many little umbrellas and flourishes of flowers, let alone unprepared cardboard tubes. How does he do it?
Among the plot intermissions, there were vaudevillian musical numbers and even the silliest sing-along in the business. You have to be there.
Grand sets were delivered by veteran stage designer and scenic artist Brian Budgen with construction overseen by veteran Vince Eustace. Richard Parkhill did the tech and lighting design with Tristan Kahl on lighting and sound operation and Liz Raymond on follow spot.
Of course Loriel Smart, queen of the venerable thespian veterans, had a hand in the costumes, along with Barry Hill. Barbara Messenger stepped out of her theatre manager's office to be production manager. There's not much Barb can't manage. Lest it be the stage itself which here was managed by Elizabeth Olsson. Norm Caddick did the sterling poster, Robert Nottage the program and Petra Starke told the world about the show as publicist. Then there were the front-of houses and the back stagers and Carmel Boffa on props. The only person missing was Maggie Day as prompt.
And ever present, bringing the whole show together was Rowan Dennis drumming up the pace of things and, drum roll please Mr Dennis, none other than the inimitable and ever-popular Sandi McMenamin on piano.
If ever there was a pack of artistes extraordinaire, they are there at the arts rolling in the corn and inviting audiences to roll in the aisles. Hasten down, I say.
Samela Harris
When: 18 to 28 Nov
Where: Arts Theatre
Bookings: trybooking.com
Davine Interventionz Productions. Star Theatres. 18 Nov 2015
It's very Off Broadway down there at Star Theatres right now. There's a deeply alternative, highly Sondheimesque two-hander musical playing - with all the suave expertise of the big time.
The musical is The Story of My Life and it is about two men whose friendship goes back to childhood. It is a Neil Bartram creation from a book by Brian Hill and although it premiered in Canada, it has the strong flavour of an American story. The most important location is a small town bookshop called Writers' Block, and one can't help but envisage it in upstate New York or Vermont. The actors' very good accents seem to endorse this impression.
As boys, the friends spend some significant time in this poky literary paradise run by Alvin's father who has a magical touch in matching customers with the perfect book. Alvin does this alchemy for his friend, Tom, giving him Tom Sawyer, a book which will inspire him to become a writer. And thus begin a series of significant moments in their lives, each one, Tom unwittingly cannibalises to establish a rising literary career.
The musical's odd springboard for the stories is writer Tom's frazzled efforts to write a eulogy for his best friend. The lads once had vowed that they would write each other's eulogies. But when the time comes, the now award-winning city writer can't get the words together. He has writer's block about his friend from Writer's Block; for, indeed, Alvin inherited the bookshop and has spent his life running it. As Tom struggles with his memories, Alvin materialises and provides all the stories from a well of manuscripts in the ghost of his bookshop.
It is an interesting idea and would work rather better if it was less laboured. Tom seems to be a stubbornly slow learner. The songs are all too long and there is a troubling sameness about the music. The pivotal story among the range of friendship revelations is repeated once too often. Somewhere along the line this broadly-produced musical, now having its Australian premiere, should have had a going-over with the blue pencil. However, its survival rests on the touching observations of the sweet and sour of human relationships and the way time and distance can change their dynamics.
One may shed a tear or two.
This production, directed by David Gauci of Davine Interventionz Productions, sets the players on a fashionably white, white stage. Move over Ikea. This, clearly, is meant to reflect the blank page of Tom's mind and the abstraction of death whence Alvin is very active. It is all quite aesthetic. But its impersonal coolth works against the theme of love and happenstance, not to mention the spirit of cosy clutter which characterises small town bookshops and is pivotal to the plot. Between the designer white and director Gauci's choice to keep the action fairly static, it means that everything rests on the power and skill of the two performers to bring the work alive.
But they are up to it. Paul Rodda and David Salter carry a complex and dense script and a series of difficult songs as if they were born to it. Two marvellous Adelaide talents they are.
In smart dark suit, Rodda plays Tom the fraught but egotistical writer. He opens the show with Write What You Know and the audience knows that Rodda knows his stuff. He is pitch perfect and expressive. As the tale evolves, his character becomes less likeable and Rodda plays it out with conviction, allowing for a beautiful turnaround at the end. The other attribute Rodda brings to the stage is his poise. He moves with grace and impeccable attention to stance.
David Salter has the looser part since, ostensibly, he is the loser. His three-piece suit is cream-coloured and slightly rumpled. His hair is a bit unkempt. He's always been the one who tried to please, who had the ideas, but who was ever the underdog. He was the boy whose mum had died when he was wee. He was the outsider boy who dressed up in chenille to play her ghost for Halloween.
Salter completes this complex character in a wonderful performance. He underplays. He shows a generosity of spirit on stage and a sweetness of nature. He has a smile which lights up the world and a voice of interesting timbre which can belt out the big tunes one minute and switch characters the next.
The stories which unfold in this show are many and varied. They are prompted by Alvin from stacks of white paper in white shelves. Some are fun. The snow angels are important and the actors descend from the stage and lie upon a furry white fabric on the floor in front of A row to give verity to the tradition, little known by many Australians.
Somewhere, nowhere there is a nine-piece orchestra under the musical direction of Peter Johns. It is a stunningly good orchestra. The music is wonderful. Is the orchestra hidden behind the black OP drapes? Did they record this work earlier? No one came out to take a bow. The audience will never know.
But the music is good, the sound is good, the lighting is pretty good and the performers are top notch.
It's only on for a couple of nights - so hasten down to Star Theatres.
Samela Harris
When: 18 to 21 Nov
Where: Star Theatres
Bookings: outix.com.au
Readers note: Paul Rodda is the Creative Director and Editor for the Barefoot Review.
Photography by Andy Trimmings
