{"id":2676,"date":"2016-02-18T14:02:17","date_gmt":"2016-02-18T03:32:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/?p=2676"},"modified":"2016-02-28T14:03:53","modified_gmt":"2016-02-28T03:33:53","slug":"four-of-the-best-of-the-adelaide-fringe-so-far","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/murraybramwell.com\/?p=2676","title":{"rendered":"Four of the Best of the Adelaide Fringe \u2026So Far"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Adelaide Fringe gets ever bigger and more successful. This year an estimated sixty-six thousand citizens turned out for last week\u2019s opening parade marking the beginning of the month long Fringe season. On the same day a record 10,000 tickets were sold. With more than 1100 events and 5000 artists, it is the second largest (and second oldest) Fringe after the legendary Edinburgh fixture.<\/p>\n<p>The venues spread around the Adelaide CBD have all been packed. At  Rundle Park, Rymill Park and adjacent precincts in Adelaide\u2019s East End, The Garden of Unearthly Delights and Gluttony have attracted punters in ever greater numbers, while The Royal Croquet Club, back for a third time, is hooping it up at Victoria Square. Here are some of their top performances.<\/p>\n<p>Torte E Mort<br \/>\n(Ukiyo, Royal Croquet Club, 8 pm until Feb 21. Four Stars.)<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t do Burlesque\u201d bellows Marie Antoinette aka Anye Anastasia in the deliciously witty <em>Torte E Morte<\/em>. She may not do burlesque but, peeling off her gloves with her teeth and levering herself out of her 18<sup>th<\/sup> century French frock and corset seems suspiciously like it.<\/p>\n<p>Marie-Antoinette is back from the French Revolution of 1789 to put the record straight and rehabilitate her reputation at the same time. \u201cThere are so many ways to lose your head,\u201d she croons in a blizzard of puns, accompanying herself on electric keyboard while a baleful lady-in-waiting holds the mic and musical associate (and occasional hooded executioner)  Bec Matthews provides the drums, kazoos, whistles and other aural garnishes.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI never said let them eat cake,\u201d Marie-A protests, \u201cit\u2018ll go straight to your hips.\u201d But her comeback performance  is not having too much success \u2013 her options hardly befit a celeb. She becomes a ghost, then a she-Devil in horns and kinky red satin (\u201cthere\u2019s a Sexpo in Hell\u201d)  and finally a talking head singing \u201cI Ain\u2019t Got No-body.\u201d The idea is droll guignol and the execution is terrific. <em>Torte E Mort &#8211; <\/em>I\u2019ve been dying to say this &#8211; takes the cake.<\/p>\n<p>Sam Halmarack and the Miserablites<br \/>\n(The Parlour, Croquet Club, 7.30. Until Feb 21. Four Stars)<\/p>\n<p>What happens when you\u2019re lead singer and the band doesn\u2019t turn up ?  That\u2019s the problem for UK performer Sam Halmarack, guiding light for his band The Miserablites. He is left alone in his headband and zip-up satin jacket like an Echo without The Bunnymen. Fortunately he has a rehearsal DVD to show us -complete with lyrics, vocal charts, and key changes.<\/p>\n<p>Drawing us closer to the stage like moths to the smoke machine, Sam recruits new members for the band. A young woman is picking out notes on an elderly Roland keyboard, another needs no encouragement to set up behind the drum kit. Sam is musical director, while his DVD shows us his rehearsal room (full of his mum\u2019s un-ironed washing)  and he glosses his often deeply personal lyrics. I am not a has-been he explains because <em>I Never Was Been. <\/em>A particularly hectic tirade is, he reminds us, ironically entitled <em>This Is Romance.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>This show is a neat little parcel of deadpan wit. To the land of Norman Gunston, such sustained gormlessness is a welcome visitor. <em>We Will Never Give Up<\/em>, Sam Halmarack sings above our choral refrain-  and he doesn\u2019t . Nor does his shrewdly fond send-up of 90\u2019s electro-pop. It has the crowd calling itself back for an encore.<\/p>\n<p>The Pianist<br \/>\n(The Panama Club, Croquet Club, 6 pm. Until Feb 28. Five Stars)<\/p>\n<p>There is no more strict decorum than that of piano recital. To be serious, dignified, self possessed : these are essential elements \u2013 and in <em>The Pianist<\/em>, Thomas Monckton knows this well. It is unfortunate, then, that it takes him six minutes to even find his way through the curtains to come on stage. And then there is the forgotten sheet music, and the chandelier that is right in his way when he approaches the ever-elusive keyboard. And the lid that won\u2019t open, and the leg \u2026<\/p>\n<p>With perfect timing, Monckton\u2019s gangly musician, battles with the multiple &#8211; and multiplying &#8211; adversities which beset him. This excellent, silent slapstick, is cued down to the nanosecond and brimming with visual gags. His sorties into the audience- to remonstrate with the lighting desk operator, or to find a functioning chair \u2013 are further thwarted by the fact that he requires someone from the crowd to load him, in ungainly fashion, back on to the podium.<\/p>\n<p>This is splendid physical comedy. Monckton\u2019s sustained invention , his rubbery contortions, and his capacity for self-inflicted excruciations remind us of Roadrunner\u2019s Coyote. <em>The Pianist<\/em> is classical Looney Tunes.<\/p>\n<p>Fag\/Stag<br \/>\n(Ukiyo, The Croquet Club, 6.30. Until Feb 28. (Four and a Half Stars)<\/p>\n<p><em>Fag\/Stag<\/em>  is about  Jimmy and Corgan, old friends who have much in common. For instance, they both fell in love with, and parted company with, Tamara, who is now getting married to some bloke neither of them like. There were very different reasons for their break-ups though. Jimmy discovered that he really was gay and girls, not even Tamara, could not be for him. And Corgan, cocooned in privilege and parental hand-outs, just couldn\u2019t commit and retreated back into his laddish distractions.  Now they both have to get suited up for a milestone occasion which challenges them to think about their own thirty-something lives. Slumped in front of their never-ending game of Donkey Kong, both bemoan the fact they can\u2019t move to the next level.<\/p>\n<p><em>Fag\/Stag<\/em> written and performed in alternating monologues by Jeffrey Jay Fowler (Jimmy) and Chris Isaacs (Corgan) is about much more than the divide between gay and straight friends, although it is a shrewd and articulate study of Australian masculinities. It is also provides wider perspectives : on the quiet desperation behind Tinder and Grindr, on self-image anxiety, and suppressed anger and violence.<\/p>\n<p>Funny, satiric, and stylishly written <em>Fag\/Stag<\/em> is both entertaining and unsettling in its candour. Both characters reveal the kind of unhappiness and uncertainty few young men willingly admit. Never indulging in mawkishness, <em>Fag\/Stag<\/em> is revelatory \u2013 and very prepared to take Donkey Kong to a higher level.<\/p>\n<p>Daily Review, February 18, 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Adelaide Fringe gets ever bigger and more successful. This year an estimated sixty-six thousand citizens turned out for last week\u2019s opening parade marking the beginning of the month long Fringe season. On the same day a record 10,000 tickets were sold. With more than 1100 events and 5000 artists, it is the second largest (and second oldest) Fringe after the legendary Edinburgh fixture. The venues spread around the Adelaide CBD have all been packed. 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