Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sunny Side Up - A Review

Last night I saw my friend's play, Sunny Side Up and it was one of the most marvelous things I've ever seen in my life. I woke up thinking about it, and all day I've been strolling around on a literary high, because I feel as if it has set something off in my brain.

I also wrote a review. Now, I write, but I am terrible at non-fiction, generally. So, this doesn't make as much sense as it should. But I'll post it anyway.

I'm terribly upset that they've (almost) sold out their run, even though that's amazing, because I want to take a whole lot of people to see it, and now I can't. Curses. Well, I suppose that's what live theatre is all about, isn't it?

Here it is (and I've stolen their promo shot from their website - does anyone know who I took it so that I can credit it properly?):



Sample Theatre’s production of Kerith Manderson-Galvin’s debut play is bloody, bold and intense; a tidily-woven nest of metaphors with layer upon layer of deep, frightening symbolism. The performance is an exploration of the unbalanced, of familial power-structures. We are presented with a leering, darkly patriarchal lead in Ken, played consummately by Conor Gallacher. We are shown what it is to be taken under a commanding wing, and we are also shown the impossibility of leaving a tumultuous and sanguine nest.

Director Bridget Gallacher has given shape to a resonate study of oppression and terror - the performance easily plunges to violent and beautiful depths, and has excelled with an adroit cast - Genevieve Callaghan soars as the innocent and devoted Bertie, a role given full compliment by Jacqui Swallow’s brilliantly depicted Sloan. Conor Gallacher’s Ken recalls a male reflection of Euripides’ Medea - a character unafraid to participate in vile and bloody acts; nor is the audience shielded from this throughout the performance.

Costuming by Hannah Cuthbertson deserves reams of applause - the actors are garbed in striking and lush style, each character emblazoned in a unique and decadent fashion - Ken in particular stood out with a magnificent cape of raven-feathers.

The shadowy, atmospheric score begins with beautiful, harmonic vocals, which later give way to twisting grinds of cello, including sections of what is reputedly the result of bowing across a birdcage with a microphone perched inside. Threaded throughout the performance are a series of near-whimsical melodies composed by the masterful Matthew Lorenzon, largely in response to the note-perfect music chosen by Bridget Gallacher.

Sunny Side Up is dark, complex and rich, with all elements of the performance giving compliment to what is sure to be the first in an exciting run of plays by acclaimed new writer, Kerith Manderson-Galvin.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Weekend (+Squee!)

Had a big of a blog holiday for a while, it seems, although I think that I can put that down to a small personal crisis in my world which happened last week, and which, if you know me, realise that it took a whole lot of mental energy.

But all is well, now, I think.

Actually, I had a spectacular weekend, because several Amazing Things happened. Shall we review?

- Went to Lenko launch on Friday night. Free beer, excellent company, and I was remembered by someone whom I think is Very Pretty and Awesome. Always nice.

- Went out afterwards with James and ran about making mischief (but not as much mischief as I would have liked).

- Awoke on Saturday to an empty house (cue music in the shower and strolling about in various states of undress) and then almost immediately went guitar shopping.

- GOT MYSELF A SEXY BLACK FENDER TELECASTER. Squee! I am so in love. And an amp! I've been mucking about with it all night.

- Had delightful company for my very first real play with it.

- Stayed in the country Saturday night with the family, and had a marvelous time. Was exclaimed over for being skinny. Ahaha, take that! And of course, had much fun hanging with my brother and his excellent girlfriend. Aw, I love those guys.

- Got taken out for breakfast Sunday, visited Grandma and stole some of her classical music, then had a roast dinner for lunch.

- Came home, had my Favourite People (the local ones, anyway) swing over in waves, then went for dinner, beer and pool at the pub around the corner.

Yep. That's a pretty fucking great weekend, right there. *beams*

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You vanished without diminuendo
To finale our bloody melody.
We necked taut strings and dulled the dark
Throb and pulse of the barely audible lust -

Tremolo touch was sporadic and chance,
Booming swells reverb to staccato-echo-always
Crowning-note marred by foreign noise
Compelled with greater feverency than mine own.


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Slick-black danger tones &
Piercing whine stagger from
Unsteady fingertip play.