Thursday, October 1, 2009
I was recently in Sydney where several people I spoke to were gleefully clutching rare and precious tickets to see Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire by the Sydney Theatre Company. Those not going were trying to, and those who had been were feeling like very fortunate theatre-goers indeed. Partly because they had seen the luminous talent of Cate Blanchett on the stage and partly because a bit of Tennessee is always a treat.
For those of us who were not there, James Waites has written a really interesting account of his experience with a journey into the mood and approach to staging a Williams play. It’s a wonderful insight into the concept of ‘camp’. This is just one view of the Streetcar experience. I wonder are there any others, just for the sake of a little discussion?
Go to http://jameswaites.com/?p=4494#more-4494
Terrapin Puppet Theatre (toured by Tasmania Performs)
October 30, 2009
Tasmania Performs is currently bringing
At the heart of this work is Finegan Kruckemeyer’s gorgeously poetic script, which tells us the stories of why Helena eventually gives away her voice; why her mother Madeleine left the family to disappear forever into a mobile phone; why her father Alvarez sings with animals in the forest and then decides to sail away from her in a boat; and how a small word like hello joins people to each other all across the world. Some of these “why”s aren’t satisfactorily answered – which wouldn’t be a problem except that the play’s three forest-animal-narrators regularly tell us that in order to understand one “why”, we must know the story behind another “why”. In the end, the questions begin to meld into one big “why”.
Frank Newman’s direction is energetic and heartfelt, making the most of the capriciously playful, mournful, philosophical, and sinister turns in the script. His cast are similarly dynamic, and have a tight working relationship which focuses the often far-fetched scope of the narrative. Mel King offers particular warmth and zing and softens the potentially irritating Madeleine; Ryk Goddard engages the audience with a twinkle-eyed confidence; and Sam McMahon adds an especially contented, puckish tone.
I have two reservations about the production. One is that the work feels too “adult” for its target audience. I am all for not patronising children, but at times Helena goes to the other extreme. Kruckemeyer’s superb writing is sometimes just too complex: long phrases and rich symbolism which are wonderfully stimulating (sometimes challengingly so) for an adult audience, but too abstract for many younger viewers.
The other is that the “technology” doesn’t feel integral. The digital puppetry using touch-phones is occasionally intriguing, but the possibilities are not exploited because the straight storytelling seems much more important here.
I wish the temptations of technology had been able to meet the standard set by moments of traditional and elegant stagecraft such as when