Call me a philistine and throw me to the Chekhovians. I don’t get. Maybe I started too young. Us drama types try and immerse in the canon early. I get Strindberg, I get Ibsen. Can’t blame it on my parents, can’t blame it on Chekhov. I mean other people get it. Do I need to get it? Probably not!
Imagine my surprise then. That in a place as strange as Marrickville, with thundering aircraft low overhead and armed with coke and chips because its going to be a sodding 2 hours long. Imagine my surprise to thoroughly enjoy what I might have called in a text to a friend beforehand… Fucking Chekhov. Continue reading THE SEAGULL: SOARING WORK BY SECRET HOUSE THEATRE→
Keith Richards is a founding member of The Rolling Stones, guitar guru, songwriter, consumer of cocaine, and wild man of rock n roll. Playwright Benito Di Fonzo calls him Keef. And swirling around his wonderful new play, A RIFF ON KEEF: THE HUMAN MYTH, there’s a lot of Bullswool.
The truth, like the man, is out there, but the mantle of myth, layered over decades, fudges flesh with fable. Di Fonzo has fashioned a palimpsest biograph that spans seventy years taking useful information to fire his imagination and his work succeeds a great deal of theatrical satisfaction. Continue reading A RIFF ON KEEF: THE HUMAN MYTH @ SBW STABLES THEATRE→