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Duck - Written by Stella Feehily - Downstairs Theatre, Seymour Centre - 23/06/06

Pause for even a second in the automatic doors of the Seymour Centre and feel the clench of the glass swings go cracking a rib. Breathing and walking take a chance and go out with the doors unsure of the passage. In or out, either way there is nothing like skittish electronics.

Menacing with just a bat and hood, an onstage goon keeps an eye on the incoming audience. The walk in features photos in frames along the wall. Lighting is soft and the timing way off for casual or even cursory readings. Conflicts of existence beckon as their placement serves no purpose than to create a block.

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Silence by Moira Buffini - Downstairs Theatre, Seymour Centre - 05/05/06

Walking in the kick of sheep is enough to keep an empty seat from being so. From Martin Place to Broadway, a jog is not in order and the ride to freeze over the air conditioning par for the rush. No names, none whatsoever and the ding dong ding dong call for the upstairs clears out the waffling foyer. Downstairs and a student from Heartbreak High is in the throng.

Silence throws up an interesting audio for the opening minute. A head long slurry into the effects of water and the new horizon. Ymma the Princess and Agnes the Maid are quick to set out the scene for their predicament. A predicament that sees the princess betrothed to a young warrior, One yet on the verge of puberty. Or just on, the distinction isn't too crystal.

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Stuff Happens - Company B - York Theatre, Seymour Centre - 24/07/05

An old man with big glasses breaks the queue in an effort to talk to two young lasses. Never mind those waiting behind. The geezer needs a squeezer and the blonde and brunette are ripe for the picking. Pulling in a crowd extremely close to selling out the theatre, Stuff Happens stands in the skeletal remains of one of the two towers from the World Trade Centre. Flanking the stage, broken I-beams and girders dead on arrival. Ground Zero.

Seats of the Seymour Centre's York Theatre are no friends to those looking to bunker down, intent on catching the view from inside their eyelids. Blocky and with the kind of leg room sending knees to the space between people's shoulder blades, comfort is at a premium. Slamming the head too fast at the back wall runs up against the concrete that keeps the seats away from the walk.

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