Well. I’m not sure how to describe what was possibly one of the worst theatre performances I’ve ever been unlucky enough to attend. I think the play was supposed to be a rumination on the absurdity of death when represented in theatre and the suspension of reality required by an audience seeing actors play dead. What actually transpired was 75 butt-scratchingly boring minutes of banal, low-level patter by a guy in a skeleton tracksuit interspersed with a woman retching and screaming in histrionic death throes. It was neither amusing on its face nor philosophically interesting. Within 20 minutes I was desperately trying to devise an exit strategy, but ended up being trapped for another 40 minutes until I gathered enough bravery to follow some other audience members who walked out. As I left I breathed a huge sigh of relief that I managed to save myself from further pain. Spectacularly bad.
NOT: Spectacular, Arts House, 521 Queensberry St, North Melbourne
Posted: 8th August 2009