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Crush a pop and watch the silent shock of arms falling off with a hinge to bear. Certain demographics hit the theatre on opening night with lots of light dresses flowing from seat to seat. Sydney Mayor Clover Moore hovers around in the mix, careful not to linger too long with the crowd. Balloons hide in the programs waiting for their turn later in the night.
Casual is the affair with the band high in the scaffolding beating the sounds to set a club atmosphere with skill and ease. Time ticks and the band plays on. The anorak wearing chorus filter through the theatre, so much with ease and commentary underneath their oh so very English breaths.
Rest of the review of Tristan & Yseult - Kneehigh Theatre - York Theatre, Seymour Centre - 11/01/06
Empty save for the large water bowls, darkness explodes into the light with the six cast members singing into the bleed and with minimal setup. Minimal to non-existent introductions in the first paragraph of the performance run smoothly into setting up the first chronicle of life under a South Africa during the years of apartheid.
Frenetic movement of feet intersperse with joyous breaks into the night. Stories of tragedy only make for sweeter triumphs in the end. Moments of laughter appear every so often and it's in their presence that makes all the singing that more serene in their reverb.
Rest of the review of Amajuba: Like Doves We Rise - York Theatre, Seymour Centre - 26/10/05
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.
Rest of the review of Stuff Happens - Company B - York Theatre, Seymour Centre - 24/07/05
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