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Free alcohol blocks the entrance of the Stables Theatre. Chattering drunks move, mill and mull like horses ready to stud and make expensively cheap glue. Women, men, all the same. Plastic cups in hand, they watch each other's eyes turn pink and flush their systems with copious amounts of ghostless spirits.
People collecting tickets best watch out for the women with overbearing breasts and men with cock-forth crotches; eager to rise concern, slow in allowing passage to the box office. Anything that comes between them, the liquor and the floor are bound for stares of contempt.
hundred hours comes and goes. The noise in the waiting area of the Stables Theatre would suggest that Hurlyburly might actually be a think piece with the audience providing their own action and spectacle. A scene wherein the hurly-burly of the performance stems from the frustration of the patrons as they wait and wait for the cast to set up the stage.
None of that really is. The show just happens to be running late. By at least thirty minutes. On opening night.
Rest of the review of Hurlyburly - The Group Theatre - SBW Stables Theatre - 12/05/05
With a self-inflicted map in the back pocket of a sweaty palm, locating the Stables Theatre on Nimrod Street might prove to be a challenge. The neon lights of Kings Cross blind the eyes and ears in every direction. Street signs pointing here and there momentarily match up with the scrawls to line a clear trail up behind a steep incline. Up the hill and around a side street, converted stables and a window right into the bedroom of someone's home. They would already be asleep if only the person standing outside would just move along.
Red wood lines the nostrils of the box office foyer. A lone man with meticulous facial stylings handles the ticket sales. Tickets which are nothing more than simple raffle stubs stamped with the date—valid only on the night of performance. Take two, ever in the light of everybody disappearing for family gatherings on a day between a strike of public holidays thanks in large part to the undead. All without notice. Strange.
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