South Australian Playwrights Theatre. Bakehouse Theatre. 29 May 2018
Retired engineer Frank Forbes of Regency Park is given his first computer in 1998 by his daughter who is flying the coop to snowy Vancouver (except it doesn't snow in Vancouver). Soon he is in touch with Ishaku, an agent for one of those Nigerian scammers that one hopes everyone has heard of by now.
Frank Forbes... is the world premiere production of a Matt Hawkins script developed within his South Australian Playwrights Theatre workshop. Hawkins indeed has the credentials to butt together our Adelaidean anybody with the shysters of Lagos, having worked as a writer in the Ghanaian film and TV industry - clearly a unique and no doubt rewarding experience. We thus get an excellent fly-on-the-wall observation of the scammers at work, served up with authentic Nigerian jargon, phrasing and body language. Hawkins also knows something about families; the uneasy relationships between Forbes, his mature daughter, Tracy, and the word portrait painted of his estranged son, Angus, are extremely accessible and at times, heartrending. And there is another theme - that of the dream of a better life where telling a good story to get some dough is not really stealing.
Hawkins packed more in the 35 minute second act than he did in the 55 minute first act. Short opening monologues by each of the four characters are soon forgotten once the narrative kicks in. Yet even after that warm-up, things were off to a slow start as we learn that poor Forbes has lost everything dear to him; prime pickings for the scam - alone, lonely, vulnerable and wishing to do something – anything – but for the wrong reasons.
Hawkins certainly imbues each character their particular voice and a high level of subtlety. Actor Brendan Cooney sympathetically lends Forbes a taut realism. Kimberley Fox has her Tracy underscore her perplexity at her Dad's unwavering rigidity with an unstated love and respect in a lovely performance. On the other side of the world in Lagos, Sheila Ablakwa's Jamilah looked radiant in colourful Nigerian traditional dress, which could be everyday dress over there for all one knows. Her female dignity as a business woman phishing team leader contrasted well with Stephen Tongun's exuberant throw-away energy as Frank's nemesis, Ishaku. Tongun adds dollops of drive and interest to the proceedings. Ishaku is first seen as a dreamer of movies in need of funding and a neophyte to the world of phone scamming. Tongun, and Hawkins doubling as director, successfully transited this earlier Ishaku into the brash and more sophisticated personae we see later. Hawkins’ deft direction also shows in converting static email conversations into lively personal interactions. Vancouver, Regency Park and Lagos have never been closer.
Yet one wasn't completely satisfied with the production. Perhaps the energy wasn't there to drive the first act into the second where the action accelerates. Maybe it's that Forbes' motives aren't well developed vis-á-vis his son Angus. Or that Forbes is actually a bit boring, as boring as Hawkins makes Adelaide out to be. Still,
Frank Forbes... is a nicely told yarn with an exotic flavour achieved in an accomplished cross of cultures.
David Grybowski
When: 22 May to 2 June
Where: Bakehouse Theatre
Bookings: bakehousetheatre.com
Marie Clark Musical Theatre. Arts Theatre. 26 May 2018
Spamalot was a hugely successful Broadway musical way back in 2005. It garnered 14 Tony Award nominations and won Best Musical, ran for 1500 performances and was seen by over 2 million people. Incredible. You may be more familiar with the precedent film of 1975, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or even the King Arthur/Camelot legend on which both are based.
Composer and lyricist Eric Idle's work, with music credits to John du Prez and Idle, is based on the original screenplay by the Monty Python mob including John Cleese, Michael Palin and Idle - some of the best British comedy talent of the time, and many would argue of all time. Director Brian Godfrey's last show for Marie Clark Musical Theatre was 2014's Young Frankenstein - The New Mel Brooks Musical, which won Curtain Call Awards for Best Amateur Musical and Best Ensemble, so we have a winning combination.
Godfrey revels in the farcical and absurdist tones of these works and Spamalot is a lavish and entertaining production. Interesting to see how the movie's favourite scenes are rendered on stage, some more successfully than others. Godfrey makes swift scene changes between proscenium-wide projections and physical detailing (Ben Stefanoff - set design). With Rachel Dow's and Rebekah Stonelaitken's choreography, the whole thing moves along at a cracker pace.
You will love all the quirky personae that are encountered on the quest, from the rude French Taunters to the Knights of Ni and The Black Knight. In all, more than 23 characters were played by eight busy actors. Michael Butler's King Arthur linked together the various adventures in the quest for the cup; he is relaxed, jovial and ready to bogey after a bar or two of each song. Buddy Dawson once again shows why he is a charismatic triple threat, with his scene-stealing Sir Robin et al. Jamie Wright played his several roles distinctively yet united with a casual cheeky insouciance. Damien Quick had the necessary effeminacy and melodious voice to make his Prince Herbert a very sweet treat. In the show I saw, the amazing Kristin Stefanoff was hauled off the chorus to fill in for Casmira Hambledon in her role of The Lady of the Lake; she did an outstanding job after less than 24 hours notice. Bravo! Sebastian Cooper and Chris Bierton as the other two knights were also notable in a strong cast.
Costumes were brilliantly naff, such as the knights' silver sequined armour and welder's gloves gauntlets. The dismemberment of four limbs of The Black Knight took too long in two scenes. Lighting designer Rodney Bates put on a disco show that would not have been out of place in Saturday Night Fever. The sound system quality was extremely good; all the better to hear the Spanish Inquisition Band belt out the favourite tunes under the always proficient direction of Ben Stefanoff. My complaint was the extremely annoying Mario video game music that repeated every 15 seconds during the interval; it was enough to drive you to the foyer to drink. Hmm. Maybe that was the idea.
A visit to Spamalot will have you looking on the bright side of life in no time.
David Grybowski
When: 25 May to 2 June
Where: Arts Theatre
Bookings: marieclark.asn.au
Red Phoenix Theatre. Holden Street Theatres. 25 May 2018
So it comes to pass that history is littered with mad men in power. As we wring our hands over Trump and Kim Jong Un, we perhaps may take quivering comfort in the fact that Rome once upon a time had what one could only call a completely sinister psycho as it leader.
Caligula was reputed to have had a child’s head cut off to cure his cough.
He had people executed just to make a point. If life was dull for him, he’d close the grain stores and cause a famine.
According to this theatrical interpretation of Caligula’s life, one written by Albert Camus and newly translated by David Grieg, 29-year-old Caligula had suffered some sort of dark epiphany at the death of his sister, with whom he had an incestuous relationship, and he believed that life was absolutely pointless. Hence, his rule over Rome, its citizens and its patricians, was to be one of pitiless menace. His subjects were to be his playthings.
In Michael Eustice’s sleek Red Phoenix production, the Roman senators are a clutch of lazy, opportunistic and conniving acolytes. Eustice has cast them beautifully and clad them in elaborate short togas in which the actors have had to learn to bend from knee like girls had to do in the miniskirt era. These awkward togas are almost characters in their own right and they would be distracting were it not for Robert Bell’s portrayal of Caligula. What a portrait of sublime insouciance he paints. How perfectly has he tapped into Caligula’s lethal mood swings: calculating, bored, unsympathetic, charming, manipulative, ever remorseless. His movements are considered, carefully paced, just as his words are enunciated to the last spit of an articulate “t”. He vamps. He torments. And, oh, what a surprisingly effective visual treat arrives when he is unveiled as Venus.
Well directed and artfully compelling for every moment he is onstage, Robert Bell continues to be an exciting presence on the Adelaide stage.
The actors in togas playing the bevy of senatorial yes men are clearly having fun with their roles. They’re fine and seasoned actors all, and they can measure the degree to which they may ham it up. They are David Grybowski, David Lockwood, Joshua Coldwell, John Rosen, Malcolm Walton, and Adrian Barnes. The world “patrician” does not spring to mind as they establish their characters. They are a political parody. They cluster, they swarm, they mass, they grovel, their movements very nicely plotted by director Michael Eustice.
His brother Brant Eustice plays Cherea, the brains of the pack and the man from whom Caligula seems to seek approval. Eustice is a poignant picture of troubled integrity as he sits reluctantly on the throne with Caligula at his feet. As with his interactions with the young poet, Scipio, touchingly played by Mark Mulders, Caligula is hellbent on proving that everything is hypocrisy. Loyalty to one cause is disloyalty to the opposing one. Heads, he wins. Tails, you lose. Camus’s play is a wonderfully provocative contemplation on ethics and morals, on love and principles, on power and madness, on political intrigue and political expediency.
Women are relegated to the background in this world. Their power depends upon Caligula’s favour and this is mercurial. They work hard to maintain self-preservation. Helicoin is the one-time slave who became her master’s muse, the wise counsel who neither wins nor loses. For the wonderful Tracy Walker, her character is a walk in the park. Similarly, Lyn Wilson is solid and simpatico as Caesonia, the older woman who assumes the role of his lover. Her denouement is heart-stopping. Ruby Faith as one of cruel Caligula's playthings makes good effect of a cameo role.
Many are the magical moments of this Red Phoenix production, set on a darkly minimalist stage featuring a great dulled mirror on which Caligula may confirm reflections of his greatness. The lighting is effective and the logistics of using three entrance and exit areas of The Studio bring the audience right into the embrace of the action.
Potent, at moments funny, Caligula is another deeply rewarding Red Phoenix night at Holden Street.
Samela Harris
When: 24 May to 2 Jun
Where: Holden Street Theatres
Bookings: holdenstreettheatres.com or 8225 8888
State Opera Of Sa. Adelaide Festival Theatre. 15 May 2018
There are two performances left of this highly satisfying production: Thursday 17 and Saturday 18 May. Note that curtain up is at 7:30pm, so don’t arrive for an 8:00pm start like several did last night thereby missing the exquisitely beautiful and iconic tenor-baritone duet Au fond du temple saint (which translates as In the depths of the temple).
The latecomers missed an absolute treat. Baritone Grant Doyle (as Zurga) and tenor Andrew Goodwin (as Nadir) combined to produce an exquisitely balanced performance of In the depths…, and both owe a debt of gratitude to conductor Graham Abbott for setting an ideal pace and dynamic acoustic landscape that perfectly complimented their voices. There have been more vibrant and vocally powerful renditions but none have been sweeter or more heart felt.
Bizet’s The Pearl Fishers is a pleasing opera, but it does stand in stark contrast to Bizet’s other well-known opera Carmen and does not obviously plumb the same depths of emotion. However, it includes some sumptuous orchestration and many memorable lyrical melody lines. Abbott, who is one of Australia’s finest musical commentators and music makers, provides some deep insights in his program notes and comments that many of the harmonies attempt to evoke the mystical East and are “intriguing and delicious”. With that understanding he extracted the very best from the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra and breathed freshness and new life into the score.
Director Michael Gow chose to set the opera in the times of colonial Europe. Unlike many attempts at ‘updating’ the setting of an opera, this reimagining works quite well, but is probably unwarranted. As expressed in the program notes, the rationale for it is more academic than inspired. At times Gow’s direction was a little uninspired, with a number of ‘stand and sing’ scenes.
Robert Kemp’s set was constructed on a grand scale and evoked the sense of a colonial garrison located in Ceylon with local indigenous influences. Zurga and Nadir were played as colonials while the other principals and members of the chorus were costumed as Ceylonese.
Matt Scott’s lighting was a highlight of the show, with compelling effects of seascapes, starry nights, tropical storms and fiery infernos.
Pelham Andrews played Nourabad with requisite menace and the audience was never in doubt that he was the ‘baddy’.
The standout of the production, apart from Abbott’s masterful control of the mighty Adelaide Symphony orchestra, was soprano Desiree Frahn in the role of Leila. Every note she sang soared from the stage like a graceful bird on the wing. Nothing was forced, no wasted tremolo - just a beautiful purity that was in perfect empathy with the character she was portraying.
This production is definitely worth ‘taking in’. Whether you are opera-curious, or a seasoned opera connoisseur, this production offers much.
Kym Clayton
When: 12 to 19 May
Where: Festival Theatre
Bookings: bass.net.au
Irregular Productions and Lydian Productions. The Parks Theatre. 12 May 2018
I do not consider myself to be religiously inclined. In fact I would go so far as to say, the thought of being preached to about any form of religion makes me feel quite uneasy. It is then, with some trepidation that I front up to the 2011 revival of Godspell. The show, which is playing at The Parks Theatre, has been produced by Irregular Productions and Lydian Productions and is directed by Karen Sheldon.
Godspell is a musical originally conceived and directed by John-Michael Tebelak with music and new lyrics by Stephen Schwartz. It is based on a series of parables mostly taken from the first book of the New Testament – the Gospel of Matthew. However, for reasons partially outlined above I will avoid comment on the structure or nature of the show’s content.
Presented on a thrust stage, The Parks theatre offers a unique and engaging staging opportunity for a show about community and inclusion. The scenic concept by David Lampard, with set painting by Brian Budgen, places the action in a public space, perhaps at the back of some project housing. In this place we find the everyman, but more specifically a youthful and vibrant bunch of enthusiastic disciples. At the centre of the round, a large circular platform surrounded with an eclectic selection of chairs doubles as both rostrum and a table. Radiating out and into the auditorium the play space continues; the performers occasionally presenting from amongst the audience, including us, and even drawing a few of us onto the stage.
The prologue, Tower of Babble, doesn’t immediately settle one’s fears. Enter Joshua Angeles as John the Baptist singing Prepare Ye. His voice chimes clear as a bell on the lyric and he commands attention from atop a raised railing overlooking the stage. When Mark Oates, as Jesus, begins to disseminate his first parable this production shakes off the predictable religious conformity, and begins to celebrate the power of community. Inclusiveness and accessibility is suddenly made possible by well-structured humour. Godspell is actually funny, and not afraid to make fun of itself.
In what must have been a coup for the production team casting this show, not one of the players delivers anything short of a professional performance. From the aforementioned Mark Oates and Joshua Angeles (who also plays Judas), to the stunning cast whom all play themselves; Harry Nguyen, Nick Munday, Jemma Allen, Ron Abelita, Katie Packer, Ruby Pinkerton, Maya Miller, and Scarlett Anthony. Each and every performance sets, and maintains, a professional standard in a truly ensemble presentation.
There are standout moments worthy of mention. Maya Miller’s rendition of By My Side is sung with stunning control and absolute belief and transcends in the three-part harmony with Jemma Allen and Scarlet Anthony. Mark Oates' gorgeous performance of Beautiful City is a pleasure to the ear. But props go to Ron Abelita’s entire characterisation which is so endearing, and charmingly constructed that is sets a tone for the rest of the cast, not to mention his impassioned performance of All Good Gifts.
In fact, everything about this show – from staging to lighting, from choreography to sound, and from musical direction to performance – is of an exceptionally high standard. This show is an object lesson in the professional levels an unfunded, amateur production can attain. Bravo!
Kerry-Lynne Hauber’s choreography is so clever and effective it blends effortlessly into the other production elements. Utilising the entire space it beautifully communicates the feeling of a community united in celebration and love. Martin Cheney’s musical direction is superb, and with band members spread all around the room it is thanks to Jamie Mensforth’s brilliant audio design and management that such a professional balance of cast vocal and instrumentation is achieved. Brad Sax’s lighting design takes full advantage of the Parks' superior rig and again heightens the professional standards of this overall production. The fairy lights, however, are unnecessary and distracting in the crucifixion.
Godspell tells a well-known story – I don’t think I’d be spoiling it for you to say that Jesus dies in the end – but it takes a new and welcome approach to the content which makes it accessible even to those who don’t identify as religious. This production takes a pretty decent show and delivers it at such a professional standard, that it should not be missed. If you are feeling the same trepidation I was, shake it off and take a ‘leap of faith’. This Godspell is worth it.
Paul Rodda
When: 10 to 19 May
Where: The Parks Theatre
Bookings: trybooking.com