Mar 132011
 

Check your brain in at the door folks … Xanadu The Musical has arrived in town. This stage version of the 1980 film starring Olivia Newton-John and Gene Kelly hit Broadway for just over a year in 2007-2008. It was even nominated for Best Musical at the Tony’s. Thank God In The Heights won that one! But this sure ain’t Broadway. However you market it, the Grand Xanadu Marquee in Melbourne is a circus big top on a vacant block under the Bolte Bridge. Not exactly classy.

There was only one thing good about Xanadu, the film, 31 years ago and that was Olivia Newton-John’s vocals. Coincidentally, this stage review mirrors that of the movie with one star awarded for Christie Whelan’s great vocals in the lead role of Clio/Kira and that’s about it.

Thankfully, the only way to go when you’re doing a stage version of a wildly popular, but critical disaster of a movie is to spoof it up. You’d think you couldn’t go wrong. How hard is it to pull off deliberate bad acting, right? Well, somehow the Xanadu cast made this one of the most forgettable nights at the theatre I’ve had in years.

The jokes fell so flat, the only people laughing were those who had a few wines under their belt. The acting was so average, I thought I was watching a very bad school musical, instead of a send-up of a very bad movie. The set was lame, the rollerskating okay and the venue so tacky I was waiting for the elephants to arrive.

A pity really, because Xanadu has at least three fabulous songs in Magic, Suddenly and Xanadu the title track. On stage, many of the songs were interrupted with dialogue part-way through, ruining the song in the process. There was so little set design to speak of, the blocking and choreography must have been done Shakepseare-style, almost on a bare stage.

I’d think carefully about paying the $86 ticket price. After I cringed more than I laughed at a ratio of 10 to 1 and looked at my watch five times in 90-minutes, I knew this was not going to be a memorable night at the theatre. I suspect after the dust has settled, this may be one of those shows the cast quietly erase from their CV in order to get work again in the future.

I know Xanadu is meant to be a spoof and just a bit of fun, but this production can’t even do a good spoof of a terrible 80s movie with great songs. Mamma Mia and Hairspray were a lot of fun. Sadly, Xanadu was not. The big top was less than half full. Time to start filling the house with comps.

There is bad theatre, good theatre and there is great theatre. Xanadu is atrocious theatre. If you must see it, at least make sure you hit the bar before the show. It will take some of the pain away.

Feb 232011
 

In 2006, Meryl Streep and Kevin Kline performed Bertolt Brecht’s masterpiece Mother Courage and Her Children with the Public Theatre in New York’s Central Park. Adapted by Tony Kushner (Angels in America), this 2008 documentary DVD of the event provides a rare insight into both Streep’s acting craft in rehearsal and Brecht’s theories in performance.

For anyone teaching Brecht’s Epic Theatre, this DVD is a gem. The documentary explores Mother Courage itself, the play and Kushner’s adaptation in a modern context (Iraq War etc), behind-the-scenes theatre-makers mounting a production in rehearsal, and Brecht’s life in Germany, other European countries, America, and then Germany again after WWII. His theories explored in performance are littered throughout the documentary.

It includes seldom-seen footage of Brecht before the House Unamerican Activities Committee, extended interviews with Meryl Streep, Tony Kushner and Brecht’s elderly daughter reliving moments of her youth with her father.

Visual media of Brecht’s work is so rare today, this DVD serves as a valuable resource for senior high school teachers and university lecturers, alike.

Fortunately, you can now purchase this DVD on Amazon.

 

Oct 252010
 

If you thought Mamma Mia! was the ultimate feel-good musical of the past decade, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Double that feeling and you’ve got the Melbourne production of Hairspray, now showing at The Princess Theatre. Hands down, this is one of the best musicals this city has witnessed in a long while. And if you thought Hairspray may be a show you’re not prepared to part your hard-earned cash for, think again. Hairspray is so good, seeing it once is simply not enough.

22 year-old Jaz Flowers is a breath of fresh air as main character Tracy Turnblad. A graduate of the Music Theatre course at Ballarat University, Flowers is a showstopping talent with a beautiful voice and a stage presence well beyond her years and experience. Perfectly cast in the main role, she has energy, pizzazz, comic timing and a dance step that’s not too shabby, either. Most impressive is Flowers’ ability to engage her audience; a mighty task in a 1,500-seat theatre. She is just as exciting to watch from the back of the grand circle as she is from the front of the stalls. Enjoy her skills as a performer, because this rising star of the Australian theatre scene isn’t going anywhere soon.

Jack Chambers (Link Larkin) in many respects steals the show with his good looks, angelic voice and mesmerising dance steps. This may be what you’d expect from Australia’s first So You Think You Can Dance winner of 2008 and the good news is he doesn’t disappoint. Comedy plays a vital part of the success of Hairspray and you’ll be laughing until it hurts at Tracy’s best friend Penny Pingleton, played by Esther Hannaford, and Tracy’s arch enemy Amber Von Tussle, portrayed by Renee Armstrong. These two actresses are hilarious in their respective cardboard cut-out roles. Hannaford is a gem as the geeky, gorky, uncoordinated nerd, while Armstrong is a total crack up as the caricatured villainess, perfectly displaying a nasty Legally Blonde.

Trevor Ashley is great as Tracy’s mother Edna. It’s a tough gig when your predecessors have been Divine on the London stage and Harvey Fierstein on Broadway, but Ashley plays the role with aplomb. Meanwhile, Scott Irwin is fabulous as the cheesy, all-smiling Corny Collins. Tevin Campbell as Seaweed J. Stubbs is a heartthrob for the girls, matching Chambers as Link Larkin. Why does Campbell plays his role so smoothly, you ask? Well, he performed the same role in the Broadway production of Hairspray not so long ago. Cle Morgan portrays a powerful Motormouth Maybelle, while Grant Piro plays a highly entertaining Wilbur Turnblad. All up, the casting in this show is meticulously accurate and a joy to watch. All the principal roles are performed with such strength, your only difficulty will be deciding which ones to follow closely during the show. It’s a smorgasbord of talent. While the youth in the recent version of West Side Story didn’t quite sit right on a number of levels, the talented young cast members of Hairspray suit the show perfectly.

One thing you’ll notice about Hairspray, no matter where you sit in the house, is that it is loud, sometimes very loud. This is a good thing! The music and singing in this show are hard to fault. The orchestra sounds fantastic and if you are one of those who gets frustrated by performers who cannot sing their lines with clarity, the diction delivered in all songs in Hairspray is spot on. Just like the movie, Hairspray’s score is infectious. You’ll be leaving the theatre singing songs like “Good Morning Baltimore”, “Welcome To The 60s” and “You Can’t Stop The Beat”.

From start to finish, Jason Coleman’s choreography in this show is a visual feast. While the dancing in the Melbourne production of Mary Poppins is incredibly tight only a few blocks from Hairspray, particularly during everyone’s favourite  Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Hairspray’s choreography blends beautifully with stage direction and character movement, throughout. Meanwhile, the big show-stopper numbers in Hairspray are dance extravaganzas.

A rare occurrence in musical theatre premieres has resulted in the Melbourne production of Hairspray not looking like its counterparts did on the West End or Broadway. Nearly all major musical theatre shows are purchased like a franchise, with quality control ensuring the sets, characters, costumes etc all look exactly like the original stage version did. New for the Melbourne production is an incredible set comprised almost exclusively of several enormous 7-metre tall television-like screens. As video technology continues to creep its way into contemporary theatre, the type of technology seen in Melbourne’s Hairspray is the first of its kind in the world.

The outer ring on the edges of the proscenium of the Hairspray set is the shape of a 60s television screen. All aspects of the show are cartoon-like and the huge video screens create a series of moving sets behind the performers. Developed by Sydney-based company Digital Pulse, this will almost certainly be the most impressive use of technology you have ever seen in a theatre production. Using animation and motion graphics, the brightly coloured sets not only move, but cleverly interact with the characters on stage. While it may not be everyone’s cup of tea and they can make one a little giddy at times, this is an unbelievable set on a series of screens that leave your 50-inch plasma at home looking like your little sister’s iPod.

The Melbourne production of Hairspray showcases Australia’s ability to produce an international musical as good, if not better, than those on Broadway and the West End. This is first-rate musical theatre. Be prepared to go once, twice, three times if you can!

Official Hairspray Australia Website

Ticketek Australia

Oct 162010
 

Finucane and Smith’s Carnival of Mysteries, part of the Melbourne International Arts Festival, is a great concept … on paper.

Take your audience into the bowels of fortyfivedownstairs in Flinders Lane and for a couple of hours, transport them into another time and place. This is the world of the sideshow alley with acts as varied as a clairvoyant, The Living Radio who sings songs from decades gone, dancers with over-sized hair wigs, a jazz singer, magic acts and storytellers.

The space was faithfully transformed into curtained tents of all shapes and sizes where acts would occur at regular intervals. Pokey as some of them were, many of these tiny venues added atmosphere to the occasion, as the audience squeezed in to see what the next tent would produce? The signage on every wall was historical and nostalgic, akin to many old signs on the sides of buildings around Melbourne. For a short while one was taken away into another world, completely forgetting where you were.

Several of the acts, however, lacked polish. Granted, it was largely supposed to be a night of fun and entertainment, but at times it was difficult to tell whether a particular act was ridiculing itself from the outset or whether it just wasn’t as good as it should be? There was a sense of uneasiness as comic moments weren’t that funny, while acts like The Living Radio and The Library simply weren’t that interesting.

Given “Carnival Cash” at point of entry meant that everyone in the audience could purchase a ticket to an act of their choice during the show. With only $30,000 to spend, if you were quick you may run out of money before the end. However, the opposite is more likely to occur, as there are too many acts for the time allowed, resulting in left-over cash. The problem, however, was more to do with acts coming and going out of various tents, constantly changing location with performers doubling up with other acts elsewhere. Too bad if you wanted to see the clairvoyant for instance, as her show finished before you could blink, only doing her act once. While on the one level it was interesting to watch the dynamics of strangers in the house giving advice to others about the quality of the act they just witnessed, it also left the door open for some to wander about missing several acts in a row. While a large central area allowed for the entire audience to view certain performances as a whole group, for most of the night everyone’s experiences were different.

But the Carnival of Mysteries lacked purpose and intent. If there was a unifying statement to be made, then I certainly missed it. Although I am confident the acts were meticulously planned and chosen with care, it appeared like they were simply a random collection of “who can do what?”. Consistency in talent and skill among the performers also varied considerably. Nothing in the show was the anticipated “weird and wonderful” and the event was so tame, apart from the odd bare breast nothing offended either. Without shock value, the Carnival of Mysteries became a pedestrian affair.

If you’re not too fussed and just want a good night out with friends, the Carnival of Mysteries should entertain. But if you are the more astute theatre goer you may leave a little disappointed, as this show could have been so much more, with the pre-hype in various print and Internet media outlets more interesting than the show, itself.