Today Matt Kelly talks about the "horrific flaying of one's dignity", Tom Molyneux says how LePage sent him to MacDonalds and Nicole Eckersley remembers
No Child.
Matt Kelly
actor, poo aficianado
Matt and Richard Higgins (
The List Operators) are in the middle of developing a new show (hooray), but he couldn't miss putting his favourites in.
photo by Max Milne: Matt and the giant poo
MATT: Summertime in the Garden of Eden and
Miles and Simone's album launch.
SM: My favourite Matt moment was his playing an ass's arse and baby Jesus (in a rainbow adult diaper) in the Last Tuesday Society's Xmas ballet. It made me understand the meaning of "Good god".
MATT: That photo sums up everything that I love about
Last Tuesday Society. It's a wonderful collection of weirdos who will do everything they can to make the audience laugh. Often it involves an unquestioned and horrific flaying of one's dignity.
Miles playing a donkey,
Richard dressing as a giant shit,
Bron's jazz ballet. And well, the photo ... fuck it ... use it if it makes you laugh!
SM: It made me laugh. If that's not art, buggered if I know what is.
Tom Molyneux
actor
TOM: I've thoroughly enjoyed the smorgasbord of theatre in Melbourne in 2012; although, haven't been able to see nearly as much as I would have liked. Some memorable moments were the classy performances in
The Wild Duck, the unrestrained hilarity and beauty in The Rabble's
Orlando, the delicious mind-fuckery that was
Enter Certain Outlaws as part of Short and Sweet, and just about everything that was
On the production of monsters.
But the one that stands out above all others was Robert LePage's
Lipsynch. Despite being exhausted and hungover, despite the fact that it was nigh impossible to get any food at the Arts Centre (and Swanston St Maccas became the only viable option...) and despite the fact that this sprawling nine-hour epic could easily have been two hours long without losing a great deal, I came out the other end of it with a mile-wide grin and the satisfaction of having completed an endurance theatre event that challenged and provoked in more ways than I can remember. It was pretty rad.
Oh, and I can't neglect to mention the fantastic work that is coming out of the next generation of theatre-makers through universities. Some truly experimental and cutting-edge stuff being done there, it's a shame that so many people miss out on it!
SM: Tom was one of the wonderful cast of
The Well, but it was his performance in
Falling Petals that made me pay attention.
Nicole Eckersley
Skewers hapless artists in words for Artshub
There was so much deliciousness in theatre this year that I barely know where to start. 2012 has been a great year for genius off-kilter comedy. Fringe was a goldmine of joy, with Slow Clap's
Truth, The Unspoken Word Is 'Joe' and
The Lichtenstein Nursing Home Massacre burning little holes of hysterical laughter in the programme. At Next Wave,
Wheyface's post-apocalyptic museum of 20th-century ephemera was utterly fascinating and deadpan hilarious, and Karlis Zaid and
Karin Muizniek's
Australian Horror Story (which ran for about 43 seconds at Chapel Off Chapel) had me mopping tears of laughter from my eyes with my delicate lace-edged handkerchief. Okay, so it was my sleeve.
On the serious side, it's hard to go past Nilaja Sun's astonishing
No Child at the Melbourne Festival, which was everything a one-human show should be: funny, insightful, immaculately characterised, tearjerking and totally, utterly brilliant. Usually it takes a good thirty seconds for a standing ovation to properly get going; this one took about two. I have never seen an audience leap out of their seats that fast.
SM: I met Nicole at the nine-hour experience of
Lipsynch. May we never forget the inspirational bliss of such endless cheese. Not the art, the catering. (Sorry, Tom. We didn't have to go to evil Ms.)
It's stopping at part 10, so if you're thinking of sending your moments in, now is time.
