Picasso At The Lapin Agile
Sun, 12 June 2005, 07:56 pmBass Guy2 posts in thread
Picasso At The Lapin Agile
Sun, 12 June 2005, 07:56 pmWho: Blak Yak Theatre
Where: The Sunroom, Whatley Crescent, Maylands
When: 8pm 11/6/2005
What: Brainiac Comedy from the diseased mind of Steve Martin
Why: Knew the play and more than half the cast
Five Years- since Tim "Timbo Timberley" Edwards' last foray into the surreal logic of this wonderful play. Five years. It seems like only yesterday. No it doesn't- that's a lie.
Suffice it to say; Age Shall Not Weary Him, and Tim's current production bucks the trend of directors who repeat their productions- inasmuch as Tim has refined the whole process and ironed out previous faults instead of getting a new cast to retread the same fetid ground like lost troops on the Somme.
Staging the play at the Sunroom is a bold move for Blak Yak- only they could conceive of the monstrous irony of staging a production in the bitterest winter of the Century in a Westinghouse called "The Sunroom". This evil trick has the jam-smeared fingerprints of the insane Jarrod Buttery all over it.
Due to ineptitude beyond my control I failed to pick up a programme last night. I blame this entirely on the shonky house red I was forced to swill down my parched neck. However the cast as a whole has engaged fulsomely with the script and is clearly relishing the Dada of it all. Hats off to Einstein (actor's name escaping me.... Houdini?), Picasso (giving a Vinnie Barbarino touch to the Spanish master), Troy Hall- BORN (or at least built from spare parts) to play the charlatan Schmenderman, Sean Haining as Gaston (indelibly implanting the stereotype of old French bastards- all that's missing is a t-shirt emblazoned with the legend "My grandad went to Agincourt, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"), Barry Carpenter as Freddie- an initially confusing lack of moustache and bucked teeth was soon erased from memory by the aforementioned shonky house red (a cheeky Chateau du C'ard-boerd 1902), Sheryl Spencer as Germaine (SULTRY!!!), Robert Whyte as Sergo- my artist colleague sitting beside me (despite restraining orders to the contrary) shuddered at the accuracy of his portrayal of the art dealer. The erudite Mr Whyte was lucky my Samoan Attorney was present (as part of a plea bargain arrangement with the Commonwealth) to point out to the impassioned artist that Mr Whyte did not owe him money.
Sadly, Mr Elvis Presley yet again demonstrates that pop-singers do not actors make. The King's "portrayal" of Nick Donald is, whilst well-intentioned, obscured by his thief-thick Memphis accent forever obscuring Donald's witticisms of pure genius.... hang on, my nurse is trying to tell me something... we apologise for this break in transmutation; it would appear that it actually WAS Nick Donald portraying Presley. I'm unnerved now... the whole balance of my universe is thrown.
You (the reader- if you're still reading this, well done; if not, PAY ATTENTION!) should go see this play. It is well-executed, well paced, and well worth your $15. Please note there is no interval, and it is advised to take advantage of the Cabaret seating and bring a plate of wriggling Roquefort to fully savour the French-ness of the play's aroma. Avoid the shonky house red- opt instead for the poorly hidden Absinth behind Mikey Longhair's counter- and revel in some of the most intelligent comedy of the last fifteen years.
El
Where: The Sunroom, Whatley Crescent, Maylands
When: 8pm 11/6/2005
What: Brainiac Comedy from the diseased mind of Steve Martin
Why: Knew the play and more than half the cast
Five Years- since Tim "Timbo Timberley" Edwards' last foray into the surreal logic of this wonderful play. Five years. It seems like only yesterday. No it doesn't- that's a lie.
Suffice it to say; Age Shall Not Weary Him, and Tim's current production bucks the trend of directors who repeat their productions- inasmuch as Tim has refined the whole process and ironed out previous faults instead of getting a new cast to retread the same fetid ground like lost troops on the Somme.
Staging the play at the Sunroom is a bold move for Blak Yak- only they could conceive of the monstrous irony of staging a production in the bitterest winter of the Century in a Westinghouse called "The Sunroom". This evil trick has the jam-smeared fingerprints of the insane Jarrod Buttery all over it.
Due to ineptitude beyond my control I failed to pick up a programme last night. I blame this entirely on the shonky house red I was forced to swill down my parched neck. However the cast as a whole has engaged fulsomely with the script and is clearly relishing the Dada of it all. Hats off to Einstein (actor's name escaping me.... Houdini?), Picasso (giving a Vinnie Barbarino touch to the Spanish master), Troy Hall- BORN (or at least built from spare parts) to play the charlatan Schmenderman, Sean Haining as Gaston (indelibly implanting the stereotype of old French bastards- all that's missing is a t-shirt emblazoned with the legend "My grandad went to Agincourt, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"), Barry Carpenter as Freddie- an initially confusing lack of moustache and bucked teeth was soon erased from memory by the aforementioned shonky house red (a cheeky Chateau du C'ard-boerd 1902), Sheryl Spencer as Germaine (SULTRY!!!), Robert Whyte as Sergo- my artist colleague sitting beside me (despite restraining orders to the contrary) shuddered at the accuracy of his portrayal of the art dealer. The erudite Mr Whyte was lucky my Samoan Attorney was present (as part of a plea bargain arrangement with the Commonwealth) to point out to the impassioned artist that Mr Whyte did not owe him money.
Sadly, Mr Elvis Presley yet again demonstrates that pop-singers do not actors make. The King's "portrayal" of Nick Donald is, whilst well-intentioned, obscured by his thief-thick Memphis accent forever obscuring Donald's witticisms of pure genius.... hang on, my nurse is trying to tell me something... we apologise for this break in transmutation; it would appear that it actually WAS Nick Donald portraying Presley. I'm unnerved now... the whole balance of my universe is thrown.
You (the reader- if you're still reading this, well done; if not, PAY ATTENTION!) should go see this play. It is well-executed, well paced, and well worth your $15. Please note there is no interval, and it is advised to take advantage of the Cabaret seating and bring a plate of wriggling Roquefort to fully savour the French-ness of the play's aroma. Avoid the shonky house red- opt instead for the poorly hidden Absinth behind Mikey Longhair's counter- and revel in some of the most intelligent comedy of the last fifteen years.
El
Re: Picasso At The Lapin Agile
Fri, 17 June 2005, 06:53 amWalter Plinge
Why thankyou oh great El - Kabong!
Cheers
Rob ;o)
Cheers
Rob ;o)