‘Life’s a Lemon’
is billed as a Rock Musical. A musical it isn’t any more than mutton is
lamb as Raylene observes in the show. It might come from the same stock
but in terms of product it’s as chalk is to cheese. Maybe it’s felt
such productions get more cachet as ‘musicals’ than‘cabaret’ or ‘vaudeville’ but in theatre where image is everything it’s best to stick to the categories.
This is an entertaining piece of cabaret presented by Maggie Scott, which features a selection of music memorabilia from the rock of the eighties.
It is a very funny take on ‘follow your dream’ that had its debut at the Riverside last year.
Scott
subsumes herself to her alter ego Raylene Starr and travels the
rollercoaster of the latter’s life through three happy but ultimately
unsuccessful multicultural unions. Along the way she collects a string
of kids that would well qualify her as a Hollywood mum. It’s all
celebrated in the high powered rhythms of rock.
The
bookend segments with Raylene as guide to health and happiness
presented a contrivance that was ultimately confusing and without
point.
The
first half explores her relationship with Wacka, the boy with a ‘bad
attitude’, introduced in stills of the pair rowing on the Nepean. When
the canoe that Raylene paddles capsizes Wacka nurses his long neck as
the hapless Raylene disappears below the surface of the water.
Wacka
ends up as a statue on the back lawn alongside the Hills Hoist after an
unfortunate confrontation with a cement truck. It left him with a full
‘mob’ body suit before they could get him free.
Then followed partners two and three, Omah and Rick.
The
numbers are big but the backing tape left a bit to be desired. The
volume, at least in the first half rather overtopped the vocals.
Nevertheless Scott’s timing, as remarked in Drum Media, was impeccable.
She certainly has a big raunchy style.
The show
might have benefited from a less ‘staged’ environment. While the set
was meticulously detailed its overall contribution to the performance,
apart from the ‘Hoist’ was scant and it’s generally not the genre to
overload with realism.
The
second half of the show has a menopausal Raylene having become rather
more lumpy in her excesses with dieting. She tries to relive her days
of pole dancing that Tiang Ming, her daughter from the third marriage,
presumably introduced her to. It is for this feat that the Hills Hoist
stands in the back yard. Fortunately it was without the winding
mechanism that had earlier caused Raylene to need some serious work
done to her undercarriage.
At this
point it tended to drag in the extended reverie until Raylene
eventually found her true metier in life in Karaoke. With the
assistance of her three multicultural kids, she comes up with her big
final number that reaches back to the earlier highs of the night.
LIFE’S A LEMON Starring Maggie Scott as Raylene Starr
Venue: Seymour Theatre Centre | Cnr City Rd & Cleveland St Chippendale Dates: 15 Nov to 1 Dec Times: Tues 6.30pm Wed-Sat 8:00pm plus matinees Wed 2pm & Sat 5pm Tickets: $40 adults, $35 concession. Bookings: Ph (02) 9351 7940 or www.seymourcentre.com.au
Saw this show last night and agree that this is very much rock caberet, not a \"musical\" in the grand-scale sense. Maggie Scott certainly knows how to belt out a song and is highly engaging and convincing as Raylene. There are also some very special moments where the power and conviction of Scott\'s voice is breath-takingly impressive. I agree also with Brett that the backing levels were far too high in the top half of the night. I didn\'t understand why the show was framed as an evening of being healed? The story of Raelene is rich enough as it is! If you are into Rock Opera (or Meatloaf style rock anthems), and up for a big night of Aussie humour... I would definitely recommend it!
‘Life’s a Lemon’
is billed as a Rock Musical. A musical it isn’t any more than mutton is
lamb as Raylene observes in the show. It might come from the same stock
but in terms of product it’s as chalk is to cheese. Maybe it’s felt
such productions get more cachet as ‘musicals’ than
