Tag: Melbourne Theatre Company

Check in, check out

The desk clerk of a rundown city hotel busies himself with a desultory dusting and arranging of his foyer as the MTC audience is still moving into their seats at the Sumner Theatre. Lightning fuses the hotel’s power and a gale blows an unwilling guest through the revolving door. The conversation that ensues between guest and clerk is a manic and hilarious exchange fluctuating between Fawlty Towers,Waiting For Godot and Jean Anouilh.
And so were launched into the immensely enjoyable and satisfying Life Without Me, the latest creation of prolific Melbourne writer Daniel Keene. Enclosed by one of the most realistic and authentic sets seen on a Melbourne stage, the play uses a hotel foyer as a metaphor for life – we exist in a constant transitory state between checking in or checking out.
The location enables the bringing together of a diverse ensemble of strangers whose common denominator is that they are “lost” in one or many connotations of this simple word. They are uncertain about where they are or where they are going, or even where they want to be. It is thought-provoking fare that, rather than being ponderously deep and meaningful, is laced with sparkling and brittle dialogue with generous helpings of often zany humour.
Robert Menzies stars as the manic hotel clerk straight out of the Basil Fawlty school of hospitality misfits. His bizarre antics find a superb foil in Greg Stone as one of several bewildered blow-ins. They are matched by Brian Lipson’s sad linen salesman and Kerry Walker’s dippy but perceptive hotel owner. Deirdre Rubenstein provides some wistful romance while Kristina Brew and Benedict Hardie make impressive MTC debuts as the confused young lovers.
Apart from the snores emanating from the couple in Row G, the audience thoroughly enjoyed a sparkling production that maintains its grip for most of the way and provides an evening of immense pleasure and contemplation.

Late starters

London’s theatregoers would never survive in Melbourne, and especially at the MTC with its notoriously late starts.
West End whingers are complaining about plays that finish after 10.30pm so that they have no time to get home at what they consider is a reasonable hour.
One columnist even declared that “shows that go on until after 10pm are elitist”. His reasoning is that “a late finish essentially precludes people who work and who live out of town, or even at the further reaches of the capital, from going to see them”.
Just try living in the outer reaches of Melbourne, going to an MTC play scheduled for 8pm that starts anything up to 20 minutes late and then meanders on until well after 11pm. Little wonder that most of its luvvies live locally.