One of the defining features of Wilde’s plays is their endlessly quotable dialogue, and the cast clearly relish their lines.
This may be one of the first Australian musicals that I’ve really, genuinely enjoyed. Americans can get away with the absurd cheesiness that tends to go along with the genre, but it usually seems completely anachronistic in Australian theatre.
Cullen’s play masterfully demonstrates just how little has changed since Henry Lawson began to explore Australian nationalism in the late nineteenth century, but far more than that; it tells the moving story of one of Australia’s favourite sons.
Growing old gracefully - that’s got to be a cliché up there with ‘can’t teach old dogs new tricks.’ Fact is, both of those statements are wrong, as proved by the insightful play Codgers, which is like watching a wise man’s fireside tale come to life.
Sylvia Cornes certainly looked the part of Rickie Lee Jones with a sheer black mesh dress, a top hat with feathers and bare feet.
Yes, the bodies you see are perfect specimens of sculptured sixpacks and biceps you could walk over and get at least 2000 steps in. But they are muscles moving bodies in marvellous ways. These boys can dance and every movement is potent.
With the world struggling to find a new norm in these ever-changing circumstances, never has the phrase “the show must go on” been more apparent.
This is a production of which any director, cast and theatre company should be proud.