Andrea is stung by a wasp in the neck and her mother tells her this is the wasp’s way of telling her she loves her. This is an early drama in Andrea’s life and one of many lies that Andrea is told by her mother, by other relatives, by her friends and by her lovers.
On their Facebook page, Two Peas, the production company behind EDMOND playing at Old 505 theatre, have called the Sydney independent theatre “you inconsistent thing you” and bemoan their current low ticket sales for the season. And they are right. You can build it but they still might not come. I am going to try encouraging you to go to this production, mainly because of what they have built.
The title character, Edmond has an unplanned encounter with a fortune teller who sees him as being in the wrong place. For some reason a series of inner workings begin to move inside him. He leaves his wife, ranges around the city in search of sex at the cheapest price, and assaults or kills almost everyone he meets. He is both driven and apathetic, and purposeful yet blown by circumstances. Edmond thinks that he is free because the middle aged businessman he was just up and left. Continue reading Two Peas Theatre Company presents David Mamet’s EDMOND @ Old 505 Theatre→
I had a quick bite before seeing MOTHER CLAP’S MOLLY HOUSE in Newtown last night, and the meal was, sadly, disappointing. The best I could say for it was that it was warm and filling. Unfortunately, on a scale of one to fabulous, MOTHER CLAP’S MOLLY HOUSE, a play with songs by Mark Ravenhill and music by Matthew Scott, didn’t even get to warm and filling. Much too long, uninspired writing and equally mundane musical numbers and choreography made this promising play a bit of a dud.
When Mrs Tull’s husband dies and she is left in charge of their dress hire shop, she overcomes her self-doubt to continue on with business as usual. Business is conducted with the local whores, but looks to go downhill almost immediately, until she finds her apprentice Martin and some other blokes playing dress-ups in the skirts. She quickly realises that she can still make a buck, setting up a male brothel, the Molly House of the title. Continue reading Mother Clap’s Molly House @ The New→
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