honestly jeffery look at him

he's a brittle hollowed out shell of a man. why would what he have to say about me make the slightest impact on me. he's a fade out. he's a down grade. he's a whore.

That'd set the cat among the pigeons.

Really, jeffery, if you're going to insist on speaking to me in that fashion you really must try and make a stronger attempt at making sense

The Golem of Ruckers Hill

The Golem of Ruckers Hill
At the Northcote town hall
Already over (if you missed it, yah sux to you)
Platform Youth Arts


Well, let’s start with title, I love the title. I can’t help but hear a croaky old woman from the forest around a camp fire going “der GOLem? You want to know about der GOLem?”
Director, devisor, I don’t know what the hell you call Michael Camileri? Sorta puppets, sorta acting, kind what? Following the vertigo inducing way Camileri’s imagination seems to leap about the place I think may have given me whiplash.
Before I get to far into this let me point out that all that was intended to be positive. There’s a boy who knows something about something.
The roving performance thing was handled really well and really simply by following the dude with the bell, which freed the audience up from thinking about moving about, enough to allow Camileri’s mind to bubble out at them, literally in glowing white bubbles.
I dunno how he does it. Third eye maybe.
Cramped conditions though, thought I was gonna have to squash in next to a certain actor I’m slightly freaked out by.
Script wise, I wasn’t too fussed to start with really. But somewhere about half way through I noticed it wasn’t important. When you see what they do in the “mayors room” as the golem looses control and starts killing people, you’ll see what I mean. But, I gotta say, it took three guys to come up with that script? Three talented guys I might add. Something in that process isn’t working out.
But like I said, when you’re in the mouth of the golem you so aren’t gonna care what was said. Oh, I didn’t get to do my great bit of how it took the myth of the golem and used it to look at australia’s resurrection of the anzac image as propaganda. Well, probably best not really.

feckn ay i've figured out how to post again

oh gentle reader. Oh hopelessly abandoned reader.
Oh probably sodded off to read alison or mink shoe or boydy or ben or a countless thousand other more reliable melbourne theatre bloggers out there.
Danny's been busy of late and hasn't been out to see much and didn't think he wanted to get online and ramble or rant at you until he had something worthwhile to say.
Well, sod that. everyone else seems to be able to get onto this thing and say whatever the hell they want, why should i then refuse you, oh discerning, patient and forgiving reader, the benefit of my boundless wit and reparte. Someone correct my spelling, it's the only way i'll learn.
I mean, afterall, some damn interesting things are happening at the moment, who cares if there aren't any shows you fancy, there's still plenty to talk about.
So, there you have it, my declaration. If i can be @rsed and i can remember and there's something interesting worth talking about, i'm gonna review that.
One of those things is saucier. it's a blog that i've only just bloody figured out how to link to. There's something interesting happening over there. food as life as play on the net. go. read it. Danny commands you.
Oh yes, i meant to explain, i also haven't blogged cause it's been so long since i had, i'd forgotten how to. ta to the chef for that. legally it's her fault i'm back. I'm sure she can be held to that.
I'm emailing the five people i know who've read this thing at least once and saying i'm back.
which reminds me, i really must link to mink shoe.
someone remind me how to do that.
Go read saucier if you've got any sense of taste at freaking all people.