Picnic at Hanging Rock, Malthouse Theatre, Saturday February 10th 2018.

Picnic at Hanging Rock, Malthouse Theatre, Saturday 10th 2018

"Picnic At Hanging Rock" was presented at the Malthouse Theatre on Saturday 10th 2018.

For those new to my blog I write about the holistic experience of attending the theatre.  So if you want a re-telling of the story please refer to the links for further information or for further insights.  Note, that I may provide different links for repeated main words or phrases.  I also mainly write for my memories of what I have seen.

This is our second viewing of the play "Picnic at Hanging Rock" that has been adapted from Joan Lindsay's novel by Tom Wright. We originally saw this production at the Malthouse Theatre, on Wednesday March 9th 2016 and we practically ran out of the theatre screaming "Miranda...get me out of here."  This time we were prepared and were pleasantly surprised.  Maybe they had read my review and deleted the "fuck, fuck" sequence!

"Picnic At Hanging Rock" at the Malthouse had originally made us wanting to flee like Edith screaming and running down from the rock "Miranda, Miranda. Miranda." This time the production made more sense. The 85 minutes was more tolerable.  Still not my favourite work it is worth seeing to discuss the book and the film.

My favourite part from the original viewing did not have the same impact.  It lacked the atmosphere when the three of the actors formed a triangle and raised alternate arms and then touched palms to create the most ethereal aspect of the production.  They did this sequence twice which seemed to lack the shadow of the large looming tree at the back of the set.  The shadow had looked like an alien space craft in earlier scenes and did not create that impact here.

Thankfully they had deleted the word "fuck" from this updated version.  The sequence where Irma returns and the other students want information and they attack her.  This sequence was more believable.

The opening created a shared descriptive monologue that foretold the doom of this production.  Each of the five actors shared the verbose opening.  The actors rotate roles and not look like the characters at times. I maintain that it would help when and if they would try and use some body posture to differentiate each of the various characters, as the vocal differences can be subtle.

The production on second viewing has been tightened and can challenge us with focus.  It is not as confusing on second viewing.  Half an hour into the production and suddenly an actor appears in a man's outfit.  Why?  Why now suddenly use different costumes to create and differentiate characters?

Arielle Gray was again the most effective when using vocals to create a male character.  Her changing to male body posture was less defined, which had been so strong in the original production.  Her writhing scene as Sarah made more sense on this viewing. Sarah's vocal change from a mouse squeak to nearly a lion's roar towards the end of the play made more sense on the second viewing.  The quality of the mouse squeak had a more unnerving quality in the first production.

Elizabeth Nabben's created a a stronger journey as Miss Appleyard with her clear diction.  I maintain her pronunciation of words like "room" and "noon"lacked the upper class precision, though I congratulate her as they were not as strine on first viewing.

The final suicide scene did not have the same impact as the first viewing.

All actors, including Harriet Gordon-Anderson, Amber McMahon and Nikki Sheils had their fleeting moments of glory and were more confident with the material.  The variance in the fleeting moments was more consistent and not as jarring.  A maturity had developed in their confidence. Thankfully the anticipation on their faces and in the breathing for their next line or action was absent.  I did not get bored, though I did notice balancing could be an issue with the slow walks forward.  Occasionally, the synchronisation of the ensemble stepping forward was not as precise as the first viewing. and lost that sense of foreboding.

Set and costume design by Zoe Atkinson had a modest set comprising of a large "V" shaped wall>  Most noticeable was the absence of the wardrobe upstage right. The footprints in the carpet were not as distracting.  The quick scene and costume changes were silent and appeared effortless.

I am still at odds with the use of the costumes.  I think the contract made with the audience in the opening scene broke when the other costumes were introduced.  Some costumes were of school uniforms we then had to endure the confusing introduction of character costumes occasionally. The most noticeably was that Miss Appleyard never had her own costume while Irma did.  This did not make sense and appeared incongruent.  Maybe Miss Appleyard had never grown up from being a schoolgirl.  Oh, someone will justify why this was done.  I still wonder "why some characters were being dressed in a different costume and not others?"  It did not make me cringe, but try to fathom why the inconsistency. I would love to hear the justification from the costume designer.

A possible answer to my above question is that some characters remained in costume to show they had were travelling in another time zone. (Refer to the article below for other possible insights as to the costume question!)

The production is an academic discussion of the myth, and is better on a second viewing.

The lighting by Paul Jackson did not add to any mystery but emphasised the concept of time and what it must be like to be in a black hole of nothingness.  It did not alienate me this time with the long black outs between scenes, but made me pause for reflection.  The music did not seem to create an atmosphere as in the original production.

The sound-scape and composition by J.David Franze and Ash Gibson Greig made such an impact on the first viewing and at times reminded me of "Earthquake" with sensurround in the 1970s.  This second viewing left me disappointed as the sound design as in the sensurround effect was more atmospheric in the first production.

For those who did not read my 2016 review, there is an entertaining and informative article - "The Solution to Joan Lindsays' Novel 'Picnic at Hanging Rock'?" by Brett McKenzie.

My partner gave it a 5/10 while I gave it 6.5/10.  

The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man, Merlyn Theatre at Malthouse Theatre, Wednesday August 23rd 2017

The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man, Merlyn Theatre at Malthouse Theatre, Wednesday August 23rd 2017

"The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man" played at the Merlyn Theatre as part of the 2017 Malthouse Theatre Season on Wednesday August 23rd 2017

For those new to my blog I write about the holistic experience of attending the theatre. I buy my own tickets. So if you want a re-telling of the story please refer to the links for further information or for further insights.  Note, that I may provide different links for repeated main words or phrases.  I write for my memories of what I have seen, and is more of a stream of consciousness.

"The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man" written by Tom Wright and directed by Matthew Lutton is a tour de force.  I preferred this play to the original play "The Elephant Man" that played at the MTC's Russell Street Theatre in 1980.

The main reasons why we enjoyed this new version were due to the emotional truth that was brought to the performances.  The actors in conjunction with the artistic and production crew have delivered a sensational product that resonated and drew forth my emotional responses.   I had tears flowing on at least two occasions due to the empathy that was built up with the truthful characters and relationships.  "The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man" is a true masterpiece of theatre.

Do not get me wrong as I loved the 1980 version of the play, and also the film version of that play. They were historic and luxuriously staged pieces of theatre that were well acted and showcased the freak show, while this new version got to the core of Joseph Merrick as a person.  We got to see inside his struggles and his pain and his impact in a more realistic fashion.

The house lights were still alight as a character slowly crept across the footlights to centre stage in front of the black curtain.  We thought it was a man from the profile and were surprised to see that it was a woman.  What a wonderful introduction to the world of side-show or freak show or carnival.  It was Paula Arundell who opened with a monologue reminiscent of the master of ceremonies for a circus.  Paula Arundell set the scene with her cautious and searching eyes, and her voice that built suspense.

Her exit was feline and coaxing as she lifted the central curtains to create a circus-tent-entrance to the show.  The house lights dimmed to black out and we entered the Victorian smog.  This was a magical opening.

Through a scrim, fog filled the stage with Victorian streetlights to create a realistic streets-cape.  

We were introduced quickly to Joseph Merrick as a youngster with his mother played by the ever reliable Julie Forsyth.

I had tears rolling down my face on two occasions.  I also had tears well up in my eyes on at least two other occasions due to the powerful acting by Daniel Monks.  He created a character full of depth that developed relationships with various characters in the production to enrich our understanding of his struggles.

When Joseph Merrick was sent on his way to fend for himself was a moment of despair as my heart pumped in my chest for his eviction.  He found a place to sit underneath a streetlamp with a blanket showed how cruel life can be.

The mental assessment scene where Joseph Merrick was made to do the word association "parlour game" was a climax showcasing his observation and intelligent.  I had tears rolling down my face at the recognition of how he was so misunderstood and berated for how he looked.  My tears were mixed with tears of joy at how clever and astute and street smart he was in keeping quiet to survive. Joseph Merrick's tirade was poignant to reveal a clever soul trapped in his body.

Agnes, the nurse was also played by Julie Forsyth.  The talking revelation scene was funny and Julie Forsyth played with requisite emotions ranging from surprise to embarrassment to dumb-founded.  The timing between both Julie Forsyth and Daniel Monks was sublime to build a depth to their relationship and create humanity.   This scene had much needed comic relief to allow the audience to take stock of the situation and also to reflect upon our own behaviour.

The medical lecture scene was cruel as it highlighted the display of parading a specimen of a man.  Joseph Merrick was prodded with long sticks as if cattle up for auction in the stock-sale yards.  

The costumes by Marg Horwell were too crisp at times and did not give the appearance the clothes had been lived in.  Set Design was also by Marg Horwell and was brilliant as it evoked Victorian London and the class divide.  This was achieved simply by the opening of the three spaces to create light wells that duplicated as colonnades and as coffin or grave sites.

Lighting Design by Paul Jackson fused together Marg Horwell's designs to create various atmospheres.  The side lighting was reminiscent of torches seeking out buildings, objects or people in the landscape.  The side lighting also reminded me of a lantern seeking safe footing for your next step.

Composition and Sound Design by Jethro Woodward created a soundscape to support rather than overpower the production.  Jethro Woodward created an undercurrent of sounds to build tension and atmosphere.  Some of compositions appeared as a cultural divide of the haves and those who have-not.  Some of the composition reminded me of chatter, gossip and whispering as if we could hear what was being said about Joseph Merrick but we could not quite understand the exact words.

The supporting female cast played many roles but needed to differentiate each character physically and vocally to decrease our confusion.  With clearer distinction between each of the female characters I would rate this production higher.

I would love to see Tom Wright's version of "The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man" tour internationally with the sublime talent of Daniel Monks.

Overall, "The Real and Imagined History of the Elephant Man" obtained an 8.5/10 from me while my partner gave it a 9/10.

Picnic at Hanging Rock, Malthouse Theatre, Wednesday March 9th 2016

Picnic at Hanging Rock, Malthouse Theatre, Wednesday March 9th 2016

For those new to my blog I write about the holistic experience of attending the theatre.  So if you want a re-telling of the story please refer to the links for further information or for further insights.  Note, that I may provide different links for repeated main words or phrases.  I also mainly write for my memories of what I have seen.

The new play "Picnic at Hanging Rock" has been adapted from Joan Lindsay's novel by Tom Wright. We saw this production at the Malthouse Theatre, on Wednesday March 9th 2016 and we practically ran out of the theatre screaming "Miranda...get me out of here."

"Picnic At Hanging Rock" at the Malthouse made us seething inside and we felt like Edith screaming and running down from the rock "Miranda, Miranda. Miranda." We could not wait to get out of the theatre. "Miranda, Miranda. Miranda get us out of here" It was an awful adaptation of the book and seemed to be a three hour production with its laboured transitions between scenes and it was only 85 TOO too long. Highly NOT recommended.

The best part was when three of the actors formed a triangle and raised alternate arms and then touched palms to create the most ethereal aspect of the production.  They did this sequence twice which followed after the shadow of the large looming tree at the back of the set.  The shadow looked like an alien space craft and together with their actions created some mystery to the production. Obviously this was the trigonometry imagery required to give visual weight to this lacklustre production.

Where in Joan Lindsay's book is the word "fuck"?  There is a sequence that defies logic where Irma returns and the other students want information and they attack her.  Irma of course rants "fuck" as one lady must do in Victorian times!

The opening created a shared descriptive monologue that foretold the doom of this production.  Each of the five actors shared the verbose opening.  Oh yeah I get it that the actors will rotate roles and not look like the characters at times. It would help when and if they would try and use some body posture to differentiate each of the various characters.

Oh no - let's just make it a radio play - like "Under Milk Wood" and use our voices to create the story.  If only this had occurred!  It would have been better to have read the book to us.

The production lacks focus, and is so confused.  Half an hour into the production and suddenly an actor appears in a man's outfit.  Why?  Why now suddenly use different costumes to create and differentiate characters?

Arielle Gray was the most effective when using vocals to create a male character.  She also used her body to create a male posture.  Though her writhing scene as Sarah was beyond comprehension. Vocally as Sarah she whispered her lines like a mouse and then suddenly found her voice towards the end of the play.  This was an interesting device to show her change in finding courage and her sense of identity.

Elizabeth Nabben's created a journey as Miss Appleyard.  Her diction was clear and precise though the accent lacked the precision of words like "room" and "noon" which were a bit strine.  Oh yes there is a difference for words like room and noon when using an upper class English accent compared with an Australian accent.

The other actors Harriet Gordon-Anderson, Amber McMahon and Nikki Sheils had their fleeting moments of glory, but due to the script and direction they were drowning with the material.  Sadly we were cringing as any semblance of rapport was lost between the characters as we quickly had to advance to the next scene change.  Sadly you could see the anticipation on their faces and in the breathing for their next line or action.  To stave off boredom I would watch their feet to see how they would prepare for the next line.  Oh yes one lady needed to rest her heel and calf at this moment or otherwise she may cramp!  Or I watched their breathing to see the anticipation in preparing for the next deep breath to support the next tirade.

Set and costume design by Zoe Atkinson had a modest set comprising of a large v shaped wall with a wardrobe upstage right. The carpet was the most interesting feature to keep me entertained as I watched where the foot prints were embedded into the carpet after each black-out.  This was so interesting as to ascertain where the actors and crew entered and exited for each "not too quick" scene change with thumping noisy sound effects to drown out any sounds.

While costumes were of school uniforms we then had to endure the confusing introduction of character costumes occasionally.  MMMMM we wondered "why some characters were being dressed in a different costume and not others?"  Another example to make us cringe.

Programmes were not available for sale until I asked for a copy at 7.10pm.  Finally the programmes were put on display.  This did not give a good impression of the Front of House staff.  Reading the programme notes gave away a hint of what was to come "The cast rehearsed with their eyes closed, and our backstage crew wear night vision googles during the performance."  Yes night vision googles not goggles!  Even Mr Google corrected "googles" to goggles in the previous sentence.  I think they mean "night vision goggles" and could not resist creating a link for them here!

The production was an academic discussion of the myth.  It was a drama school project gone wrong.

The lighting by Paul Jackson did not add to any mystery but further alienated me with the long black outs between scenes.  The best saving grace was the illumination of the tree hanging in the background as if looming.  The long black-outs reminded me of the days when the tabs would close in the theatre for a scene change with music playing to distract us.  The music created atmosphere but with the extended black-outs added to the fury we felt about the production.

The sound scape and composition by J.David Franze and Ash Gibson Greig reminded me of "Earthquake" with sensurround in the 1970s.

Oh yes I did read the director's blog (Matthew Dutton) after seeing the play.  Yes I have read the book and understand the significance of the gym scene.  But really do we need "fuck" in the script? Oh yes I understand now - "fuck" was used to help us run screaming out of the theatre like Edith.

This was not a memorable production and must be on the school curriculum as there were many teenagers in uniform at this performance.  The teachers will have a field day debating the book, movie and now this play.

I cannot wait for the musical or the "Forbidden  Broadway Picnic at Hanging Rock" send-up.  Tongue firmly in my cheek as I again scream for "Miranda".

For a more entertaining and informative piece - read the "The Solution to Joan Lindsays' Novel 'Picnic at Hanging Rock'?" by Brett McKenzie.  Your article made more sense than this ordinary production.

My partner gave it a 5/10 and then changed his mind to a 4/10.  I generously gave this production a 5/10.