Sunday, August 20, 2017


Written by Greg Gould
Directed by Cate Clelland
Budding Theatre production
Belconnen Theatre to 19 August

Reviewed by Len Power 17 August 2017

The writer of ‘The Inheritance’, Canberra’s Greg Gould, has won awards for short plays but this, his first full-length play, suffers from construction problems, over-written characters and a storyline that struggles to maintain interest
The play focusses on a family squabbling before the reading of the Will of their recently deceased father.

The lengthy first half consists of the sisters and mother mostly bringing up past grievances.  There’s too much detail that doesn’t really add up to much or move the story on.

Flashback scenes with the father are confusing and have little relevance to the plot.  Having the mother sitting in the toilet and refusing to come out, results in an overlong and static sequence.  The banter between the characters, while occasionally amusing, sounds more like television sitcom than realistic theatre dialogue.

The short second half leads to the reading of the Will and an interesting, but not clearly explained surprise.

Director, Cate Clelland, has produced an uneven show on a drab office and bathroom composite set that she also designed.  Acting performances vary widely but it’s hard to judge the quality of performances when the actors seem to be struggling with over-written characters.

Linda Chen’s character, at least, does have a nicely understated sense of reality and this good actress makes the most of it.  Rob Defries, brings depth and humour to the small role of the lawyer.  The clichéd and offensive comedy relief gay character, Paul, adds nothing to the plot except irritation.

It’s good to see an enterprising local theatre company, in Budding Productions, staging a new play by a Canberra writer but ‘The Inheritance’ still needs a lot of work if it’s to have a future.

This review was first published in the Canberra City News digital edition of 18th August.

Len Power’s reviews can also be heard on Artsound FM’s ‘Artcetera’ program from 9am on Saturdays and on other selected Artsound programs.

Town Folk in Queanbeyan

Town Folk: Community Comedy by Damian Callinan, with John Cherry – Film Maker and Zillah Morrow – Technical Management and Design.

Queanbeyan Performing Arts Centre, The Q, August 19, 2017.

Reviewed by Frank McKone

Town Folk is a touring show, taking in local communities around Australia.  There is, and can only be, one performance in each town.  Callinan and his surprisingly small team research and make contact with a wide range of people in the chosen community, arriving some 3-5 days ahead of the show. 

There is no script.  The show is put together on the run as they film features which particularly distinguish the town in question, all done with a rumbustious humorous approach, even on matters of serious local controversy.  In the case of Queanbeyan, much of the film shown last night became a points-scoring competition between Queanbeyan Shire and Palerang Shire, recently merged by the New South Wales State Government against the wishes of many in both shires.

While Queanbeyan, for example, has a properly set-up sportsground with a large and even impressive seating facility – indeed, almost a stadium – the Palerang town of Bungendore has nothing but an open playing field with one tiny completely unimpressive exposed to the weather 3-tier seat for, maybe, 20 barrackers at best.  Queanbeyan 1, Palerang 0.

Over a good two hours, with interval for drinks, Damian Callinan shows his skills as an expert one-time drama teacher, improvising like mad and making it all work, with the participating audience in fits of laughter at every twist and turn in this outsider’s interpretation of their town.  There was not a dry eye in the house.

With too much to even begin to describe, I’ll limit myself to what I thought was a neat slogan for Queanbeyan, invented by an audience member doing homework in the interval.  Apart from the obvious two sided sign at the border with the Australian Capital Territory which, on one side says “Queanbeyan – Gateway to Canberra”, and on the other says “Canberra – Gateway to Queanbeyan”, I liked the more subtle “Queanbeyan – Best For Good Burgers” which could also read “Queanbeyan – Best for Good Burghers”.  This would need a Rodin statue, of course.

Damien Callinan, as I see him, is following in a comic tradition of his home town, Melbourne, which began in the 1970s with Rod Quantock’s stage shows at venues like The Last Laugh, his 1980s television show Australia – You’re Standing In It and his follow-up events variously known as Bus, Son of Tram or just Bus, where he took his audience literally on a bus and visited all sorts of public and private places unannounced, introducing “unsuspecting people to this idea that the world’s not such a frightening place and you can have fun with strangers”  [ ].

The best way to understand Callinan’s modus operandi is to go to his web page:

Friday, August 18, 2017


Directed by Tracy Bourne and Katie Cawthorne
Sound Design by Kimmo Vennonen
Presented by Canberra Youth Theatre

Ainslie Art Centre 17 – 19th August, 2017

Reviewed by Bill Stephens

The publicity for Canberra Youth Theatre’s “Poem Every Day” promised “an arresting new work shaped by the poetry of Canberra poet Joshua Bell, and drawing on the practices of Pina Bausch, Omar Naharin and Bertholt Brecht”.  The reality turned out to be a puzzling and unappetising theatrical experience.

On arrival audience members were handed “Artistic Notes” cheerily announcing “Surprisingly, there is very little of the actual poetry of Joshua Bell throughout this piece”. Surprising indeed, especially as the audience was also provided with a booklet of 12 Joshua Bell poems, each named after a member of the cast, but which appeared to have little relevance to the events depicted in the performance.

Instead, according to the notes, the directors had responded to the ideas within the poetry, making comments about what it means to be truly yourself by utilizing one specific poem, “Don’t Hide Your Weirdness”, which, curiously, wasn’t included in the booklet.

The performance began with the assembled audience being ushered into the main auditorium which was stripped of seating. Crouched on the floor, in the centre of the performance space, a young woman slowly began to move her arms, before hurling herself around the floor.

A large bearded man in shorts entered, lay on the floor and the two gradually moved towards each other. He lay prone on his back on the floor while the young woman climbed all over his body, seemingly encouraging intimacy, and teasingly caressing his beard with her bare feet. The paedophilic implications of this scene were deeply unsettling, prompting questions as to the propriety of the director’s intentions in requiring their young cast to perform this demeaning scene, or indeed, others that followed.

Following the opening scene, the cast assembled on the stage to present a faux-Broadway interpretation of a song in which the only intelligible words were “Tuesday” and “Fuck”, the cast apparently competing to see who could outdo the other in how many times they could repeat the latter.  Then they all dashed into separate areas around the room, where they continued shouting unintelligibly.At this point, around 20 minutes into the performance, this reviewer decided to embrace his own weirdness, flee the “Fucks”, and seek something more edifying to fill in the night.

So, after reading all the Joshua Bell’s poems in the booklet, discovering that none contained the word “Fuck”, or indeed threw any light on the content of the performance, and pondering what possible influences could be attributed to the practices of Bausch, Naharin or Brecht in “Poem Every Day”, can only question what outcome the creatives had hoped to achieve in squandering so much time and talent on such a misconceived work which served its cast and source inspirations so poorly.  

In conversation with Kim Beamish, documentary filmmaker

Kim Beamish in conversation
 By Jane Freebury

The Circle’s winter conversations for 2017 wound up with another filmmaker in the guest chair. Kim Beamish, director and producer at Non’D’Script Films, now Canberra- based, who has received international recognition for his documentary work. 

His film, The Tentmakers of Cairo, was joint winner of the prestigious Margaret Mead award for documentary film in 2015. It also won the Prix Buyens-Chagoll at Visions du Réel, and the El-Ray Award for narrative documentary excellence at the Barcelona Film Festival. 

Kim, who studied at the Victorian College of the Arts and has a degree in digital arts from the Australian National University, took us on a quick tour of his varied professional background. It includes work in media production for universities and government departments, at Bearcage Productions, long-term volunteering with community television—and a stint in the kitchen at a famous Sydney restaurant. 

He came to Canberra after his wife landed a job in the public service. A typical Canberra story, quipped Helen.

In the media area, Kim has been involved in productions featuring a number of identities including artist John Olsen, actor Lexi Sekuless, and the late Betty Churcher. He is currently teaching again at University of Canberra.

At the start of our discussion, Kim explained his aesthetic preferences. The type of documentary he prefers to make and watch is verité. His preference is for the observational approach that allows his subjects to speak for themselves, with minimal interference or input from the filmmakers, either on set or in post-production.

Verité or actuality is the approach he uses in his forthcoming film, Oyster, a doco set in a family of oyster farmers based on the far south coast of NSW. It observes their way of life and work and how they are dealing with the impact of climate change on the environment at Merimbula Lake. The human dimension of the impact of great change.

For now, Kim is best known for The Tentmakers of Cairo, the documentary he made about the small community of male artisans, known as tentmakers, who stitch traditional cloths that have been made in Egypt since pharaonic times. There is no voice of god voiceover nor music introduced to guide viewer responses. The music that can be heard is already playing on set or nearby. The emphasis on ambient sound in the covered market in Old Cairo where the tentmakers work is highly immersive.

Kim explained the serendipity involved in The Tentmakers. It was made in Egypt during the early stages of the ‘Arab spring’, beginning in 2011 when he accompanied his wife and young family on a 3-year posting. Kim knew he wanted to record some aspect of the tumultuous events taking place in Egypt, but just wasn’t quite sure what or how to go about it. At that point, no one knew what direction events would take either.

Initially he had wanted to work with Egyptian filmmakers, but found they weren’t interested in documentary.

We were keen to hear how he had managed to film in Cairo during such a turbulent time. After he was introduced to the tentmaker community by quilt expert Jenny Bowker, Kim immediately developed a strong rapport with the subjects of his film. It was Jenny, a Cairo resident and wife of a former ambassador to Egypt, who was his first key contact.

Kim’s status was then confirmed with a walk through the market neighbourhood in the company of a prominent member of the tentmaker community. A demonstration that the young stranger at the side of the ‘elder’ was a welcome guest to be protected.

Kim had to find his way around Cairo with Arabic that was minimal at best – ‘shway’ – and no guarantee of entrée. Moreover, brandishing a cinematographic camera without journalistic or other accreditation, Kim could have landed himself in trouble. Every journalist he knew had had their camera smashed, he said.

Despite the risks, the production proceeded to post. The Tentmakers of Cairo premiered at the Canberra International Film Festival in 2015, and it has been screened in Egypt. 

One of the virtues of observational doco style, we all agreed, is that it is open to a variety of readings.
Finally, Kim talked briefly about his first documentary feature, Just Punishment, ‘a film about life and death’, the case of the Australian Van Nguyen who was executed in Singapore in 2005 for drug trafficking. The production, involving three years back and forth between Singapore and Australia, was an experience that still troubles Kim, who has remained close to the man’s mother. 

He did not have the same level of creative control over this first film either, and it is observational only in part. His new film Oyster, is thoroughly in the observational mode, however.

It was particularly interesting to hear how Kim worked as an independent filmmaker, how he obtained funding in the development stages of production and received ongoing support. We were impressed by Kim’s openness and by his dedication to the integrity of his craft. 

Oyster, which Kim is making with veteran filmmaker Pat Fiske, will premiere at the CIFF this year.

Blue Love

Photo: Simon Wachter
Blue Love at Canberra Theatre Centre Playhouse, August 16-17, 2017.

Director/Writer/Designer/Choreographer: Shaun Parker
Original Direction by Shaun Parker & Jo Stone
Dramaturg: Kate Champion (Founding Artistic Director of Force Majeure)
Performed by Shaun Parker, Lucia Mastrantone & Jo Stone

Reviewed by Frank McKone
August 17

When a show so cleverly satirises the criticism of art, what am I to write in response?  Can I just say, “Well done!” and be done with it?  Or better, “Extremely well done!!!”

Maybe a little verbal dancing will save my critical bacon.  The great writer on criticism, the poet TS Eliot, pointed out that “There are several forms which criticism might take; there is always a large proportion of criticism which is retrograde or irrelevant; there are always many writers who are qualified neither by knowledge of the past nor by awareness of the sensibility and the problems of the present.”

Am I so qualified?  I can’t dance like Glenn and Rhonda Flune.  Or sing mediaeval French folk songs like them.  With a bit of redevelopment of ancient experience, I might be able to act a bit like them, and fool my audience into not being sure if they are fictional or real.

I’m pretty sure I can’t write like Shaun Parker, even with the help of such a spot-on dramaturg as dance-drama expert Kate Champion.  My imagination is just not so wonderful.  I think I should accept Samuel Beckett’s criticism:

VLADIMIR: Abortion!
ESTRAGON: Morpion!
VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat!
ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic!
He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.”

But maybe that’s just my being qualified by knowledge of a past sensibility – 1960’s absurdism.  In modern times, Blue Love is remarkably original.  Yet I was reminded that it does have antecedents by the flyer, perhaps ironically left on my seat. 

“An acrobatic exploration of the place we call home.”  “Thought provoking...heart stopping.”  “The finest piece of circus I’ve ever seen.”  To which I would add, “The funniest piece of theatre I have seen for a very long time.”  But wait.  These paeans of praise are about Landscape with Monsters (not the ‘funniest’ bit), the show by Circa at the Canberra Theatre on 6-9 September.  Did the front-of-house staff realise these words are as true of Blue Love as we hope they will be of Landscape with Monsters.

And I’m sure I saw a line of history back to the original Circus Oz.  Shaun Parker’s sense of humour is wild in that same vein.

‘Home’ in Blue Love is Rhonda and Glenn’s home, which includes all of us visitors, welcomed with snacks and beers.  We are entertained by them for an hour or so, as they tell us the story of how they met, fell in love, married, bought their house, lost their first child, had two more.  We never quite get to the Darby and Joan stage, as ‘lurv’ seems to fall apart while we watch their home movies and listen to a startling sound mix of lines from just about every recorded love song of the past hundred years.  Even TS Eliot when writing the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in 1917 might have been thinking ahead to Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (even apparently under water in Blue Love).

To describe Shaun and Lucia’s choreography in words is impossible.  A Youtube virtual reality headset would be the only way.  As Eliot said about poetry: “It is not always true that a person who knows a good poem when he sees it can tell us why it is a good poem.  The experience of poetry, like any other experience, is only partially translatable into words."

So that’s it.  Good theatre can’t be translated into words.  You have to see it to believe it. Blue Love is an experience you should definitely not miss.  Because you will love it.

Thursday, August 17, 2017


Shaun Parker and Lucia Mastrantone in "Blue Love"

Directed, Written, Designed and choreographed by Shaun Parker

Presented by Shaun Parker and Company

The Playhouse, Canberra Theatre Centre 16th & 17th August 2017

Reviewed by Bill Stephens 

Defying categorisation, but deliciously subversive and irresistibly entertaining, this cleverly devised work began life as a diversion to fill in time during breaks in the filming of Baz Luhmann’s Moulin Rouge.  At the time Shaun Parker was performing in Moulin Rouge as a tango dancer.  Originally conceived with performer, Jo Stone, Parker’s experiments morphed into award winning dance films, then finally, this stage version, which has been performed widely in Europe and Australia.

Incorporating the films blended with physical theatre, dialogue and dance, Blue Love is a quirky, character based work, which cleverly satirises the pop culture clichés of modern romance and suburbia.

Performed by Parker and Lucia Mastrantone, in the guise of Glenn and Rhonda Flune, two characters who may well have been neighbours of Kath and Kim, Blue Love commences with the audience being plied with beer and popcorn by Glenn and Rhonda, and welcomed them to their trendy lounge room (or as they describe it – love arena) to share the secrets of their “perfect marriage”.

No cliché is left unexplored during this eye-opening sharing. To a very funny narration liberally sprinkled with mispronounced Italian, French and who-knows-what, their guests are treated to home truths, home movies (reviewed by David and Margaret no less), a Norman Lindsay party, the decorum of which is threatened when Rhonda spitefully picks at the artfully placed bunch of grapes protecting Glenn’s modesty, and an hilarious argument using lyrics from well-known 80’s pop songs.

Memorable episodes include clever physical comedy involving an amazing pas de deux in which a seemingly boneless Rhonda is tossed around by Glen, and an eye-watering routine performed while both simultaneously execute push-ups.

Constantly surprising, clever and entertaining, Blue Love may not solve your romantic problems but it will undoubtedly prove the perfect antidote to a dull day in the office.     

Shaun Parker and Lucia Mastrantone in "Blue Love"

                                               Photos by  David McCarthy

This review first published in Australian Arts Review.