Catching the late night bus,
Past 12 am -
Only on a Saturday night.
Dreaming of my bed.
Stupid cunt, that’s why Australia is the way it is, because of people like you. Fucking mole.
I didn’t realise mole was still an insult.
I’m on the bus. I’m not drunk.
Soon I’ll be home.
Boy Girl Wall is a pleasingly innocent tale of love and chasing your passions, a one man show of youthful indiscretion and second chances. It is a whimsy, spoken with honesty and love, about … well … honesty and love. Indeed, the passions of the creators and characters alike, each set a warm smile on your face that lasts from beginning to end.
It is told with the aid of sock puppets, chalk, an OHP, and a romantic wall … this simplicity of production matching the simple joy in watching it.
This understated show speaks to that best part us, the longing within all of us for a brighter tomorrow. I throughly enjoyed myself and hope you do to.
Suitable for anyone who has been in love.
Show watched Friday 5th March.
Playing at the Garden as a part of the Adelaide Fringe 2010.
Bully is one of those rare and delicate theatre experiences you wish you could wrap up and take home with you knowing, all along, that to try would only dilute that flush of pleasure, sour the sweetness of such a delicately composed script delivered with such composure and truth.
Bully is a touching and heartfelt drama of a boy whose whole life seems touched by domestic violence. Yet, it is told in a beautifully inventive rhyming verse, that with it’s allure protects the audience from the horrors within. Richard Fry has created one of those rare theatrical marvels that both intellectually stirs and emotionally touches.
Bully is highly recommended for theatre boffins, language lovers, and all parents alike.
Performance was watched on Thursday 4th March.
This particular production comes to us from the UK and is playing at Higher Ground Theatre as a part of the Adelaide Fringe 2010.
I’ve never seen a mentalist before, except on tv, so I’m not really in a position to exclaim how wonderful or crap the mentalising of 6 Impossible Things is. However I do know delight, and the delight one gets from the 6 impossible things in 6 Impossible Things is, well, delightful.
It’s that same wonder one gets as from watching a master illusionist, an expert puppeteer, or fireworks. There’s something almost childish or innocent about it all.
We know it’s some trick, but we don’t care. And this is primarily why 6 Impossible Things is so good, it gives us permission to just be kids again and enjoy a small wonder even if our adult brains must attempt to figure it all out after the show.
Easily accessible and fun show recommend for all those who like to wonder about the world we live in.
Show watched on Wednesday 3rd March, 2010.
Playing at the Garden as a part of the Adelaide Fringe.
Buying my concession ticket -
Old mate theatre going public,
Getting dirty in my behind.
‘Good one mate’ – when I’m done.
His wife agrees, on that one.
Sorry i’ll be quicker next time.
It’s difficult to say what this show is exactly, is it stand up, performance art, a one man show? Either way, it’s very funny.
Marcel delivers a smart and understated performance as a nihilistic comedian trying to understand the point of if all.
The illusion of stand up is so convincing you find yourself swept along in fits of giggles as the anti-heroic Marcel dazzles you with poems about tits, or smutty stories of his youth.
A fun and engaging show for those who like their comedy with an edge.
Show watched, 2nd March 2010. Playing at the tuxedo cat as part of the Adelaide Fringe.
Fail, is the name of the show. Which is a guttsy move for a man more known as a stand up comedian, as it offers all those tired old critics a free swing, as it were.
Instead of a fail, what we get is an opportunity to see something fresh, funny, and heart felt.
The show is at once part stand up, part storytelling, and part absurdism. A corageous and worthwhile mixing of forms brought together by Sam’s winning charm and obvious on stage charisma. Different parts of the audience found different parts funny. I laughed most at the absurdism, although the gentleman beside me felt most comfortable to laugh during the more stand up elements.
And this perhaps then is the weakness of the show, the audiences expectation that from Sam all they can expect to see is another stand up gig.
I applaud Sam’s efforts to both tackle new material, that is personal for him, and for being willing to take us on a journey inside his darker more complex self.
I encourage you to see it with an open mind, a loved one, and a belly set for laughs. For, if you trust him, he will deliver.
Highly recommended for fans of theatre and stand up alike.
Show watched, 1st March. Garden of unearthly delights. Adelaide Fringe.
Hot chicks flirt with me -
I show my dimpled glee.
Wearing my artist pass,
No harm can come to pass -
There’s her boyfriend
Oh shit run.
BackPacker Weirdo
Lying in my bunk bed -
with a cooling breeze blowing my head –
wishing it was one of the hot swedish backpackers who surround me –
trying not to get a bone –
knowing I’ll fail –
waiting for the chinese guy to stop hitting on the chinese girl –
hoping he’ll fail –
oh! He’s just mounted me, I mean the upper bunk -
i feel like i need to wash -
A writer, producer and blogger with a passion for storytelling. Glen lives in Brisbane but dreams of New York, has a Grad Dip in Education but doesn't like teenagers, watches really average movies even thought they annoy him, loves to drive but doesn't own a car, yearns for more adventure in his life. Needs a new pair of jeans, perhaps a nice dark blue colour. Spells colour with a "u". Currently reading: Mind the Gaffe, and The Doubter's Companion Occasionally he writes reflections of theatre, books and film, as well as small novelties.
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