Adelaide Festival
Elevator Repair Service
Her Majesty’s Theatre
Saturday 14th March
Season Closed
Reviewed by Samara Purnell
As the audience settles in for this eight and half hour theatrical marathon, we see the stage is set as a dated (late 80s early 90s perhaps) cluttered office, boxes piled high along shelves, a corridor, and a smaller enclosed office, maybe a reception area. Louisa Thompson’s set design includes, in a strange choice, both a typewriter and a cordless phone, diffusing a definitive timeframe, but which didn’t hint visually at the 1920s setting of the novel. We become aware of a man dressed in non-descript clothes and sitting at a small desk to one side of the stage, where he shall remain for the duration of the play. At first glance, he appeared to be the perennially “there” co-worker, who keeps to themselves, works late, holds little to no ambition of promotion, and is, in general, rather boring. It is revealed as the show unfolds that he is also the sound mixer.
We are introduced to the man (Scott Shepherd) who shall narrate F Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” in its entirety, morphing into the central character of the novel, Nick Carraway.

Scott Shepherd in the NY production
Gatz, directed by John Collins, has been mounted around the world by this American company (Elevator Repair Service), since 2006 and now it’s our turn, and the opening lines are read: In my younger and more vulnerable years...
Gatz begins out of curiosity and procrastination by a bored office worker, who casually starts to read a random book he finds under a pile on a desk while hoping his computer will actually start, but who quickly realises that this book provides much more interest and satisfaction than his tedious job - his mundane office contrasting with the flashy parties of Gatsby.
Slowly we are introduced to work colleagues who float around, casually acting without dialogue, who eventually become the characters in The Great Gatsby, at first through glimpses, small parallel actions, then primarily the central characters of Jordan (Susie Sokol), Tom (Gary Wilmes), Daisy (Australian actress Lucy Taylor) and Gatsby (Jim Fletcher), amongst the cast of 13.
There is intentional humour in the lack of physical accuracy of some characters - Jim Fletcher’s Gatsby is significantly older than the 32 years he is written as. So is Shepherd as Carraway. And Susie Sokol’s Jordan doesn’t match the physical description or mannerisms as written, but elicits laughs from her demonstrations of them. Sokol looked most obviously transported from office to East Egg, Long Island. Most of the cast seemed firmly entrenched in their Gatsby roles. At times an action took place before the words describing it were read, providing another comedic element, careful to toe the line between light hearted and groan.
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| Scott Shepherd (Nick Carraway) and Susie Sokol (Jordan Baker) |
Through a multitude of alcohol-fuelled parties and interactions, the ultimately meaningless and emptiness of social status is examined and dynamics in relationships, not just between the husbands, wives and mistresses, but the seemingly vapid interactions between female friends and the observations by men of other men’s lives is described in detail. With a glimpse into the relationship of Gatsby and Carraway with their respective fathers as well. The patriarchy is in full swing and the hypocrisy of Tom Buchanan is glaring, bordering on ridiculous to a modern audience.
Comedic moments, aside from that contained in the novel itself, come in the form of office gags that punctuate the story here and there. Switch computer on and off, count to ten, press all the things, call IT guy who asks if it’s plugged in, until Frank Boyd (George in Gatsby-cum-office IT guy) dismantles the keyboard and computer altogether. The jokes are daggy but still elicit genuine laughter, much like the start to the second act, where the old “boobies” on the calculator pun appears.
F Scott Fitzgerald’s writing is flooded with delicious adjectives and a rhythm that, when presented like this, almost made the wishing of one’s daughter to have an easy life by becoming “a beautiful fool” sound like something to aspire to.
To be able to delight in the actual words of the writer as well as the action, gave the story a different richness.
To hear and observe a character thus, we see the elusive Gatsby for the pedantic, overthinking, over compensating, and sadly pathetic man that he is, despite the persona he has constructed. For the first time, it crossed my mind that he may in fact be on the spectrum…
So much of the characters’ existence swelled around rumours and illusions, unfurled in vignettes of parties, vapid conversation and affairs, going about their time in a world where dishonesty is dismissed like shooing a fly and death, indeed murder, is treated flippantly.
I was told during one of the breaks (that were announced by Shepherd’s character on stage - one of the several times the actors broke the fourth wall), that Scott Shepherd has the book memorised in its entirety. No doubt this is partly why the timing, which is required to be executed perfectly, worked so well, as every “He said” and “She said” remains, verbatim, in the script. However, several of the mic switches were late in this performance.
Towards the end of the play, Shepherd's voice grew slightly weaker, softer, faster - perhaps it was the hours of speech, perhaps the character, now recounting days gone by. Real cigarettes are smoked in the production too during a serious conversation. As props were removed, desk dismantled, I wondered if we would be returned to the office at the finish, but it really was more of a starting point, visited less as time went on.
As adults, the pleasure of being read to is all too rare. This production allows an audience to revel as much in the language as the acting, be as much in your imagination as observing what is unfolding in real time on stage. To delight in the vivid poetry and casually acerbic descriptions and analysis of each character. The imagery of being “pulled back from the edge of a theoretical abyss” or a man’s wife “appearing at his side like an angry diamond” that can’t be vocalised or acted, along with Daisy’s onstage offer to her husband - “I’ll make you a mint julep, then you won’t seem so stupid to yourself”. It really is the best of both worlds.
If the chance arises to experience Gatz, to see this directorial and acting feat, to become reacquainted or perhaps enjoy a classic novel for the first time, in the dark with a theatre full of people, take it. We lost track of time, right up until the final line, when the audience leapt to its feet to applaud this novel (in more ways than one) and entertaining undertaking of The Great Gatsby. It stayed with me, satisfyingly, much longer than the length of the show itself.












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