An extraordinary new play which takes us on a family saga across three generations of Pyrmont residents, encompassing the history of Sydney’s perpetual gentrification.
It’s a tumultuous cloud of life-changing decision that descends on many women as their 30s roll-out. To be a mother or not to be – that is the question?
This is a play well worth seeing and the audience bore witness to their enjoyment of it in their prolonged applause and happy chatter on the way out.
The play pares down Peter Carey's Bliss to produce an entertaining three-hour show, with plenty of onstage shenanigans.
Terrestrial’s author (Fleur Kilpatrick) says in the programme notes that she dedicated her play to lonely girls, bored boys, to quiet towns and “to a landscape that looks like Mars”. She adds ”landscape informs how our trauma, confusion, illness or fear manifests itself”. It does in this play.
It's difficult to determine who the real star is in this piece; the exquisite writing, or the equally perfect performance. That both are the work of the same person... truly impressive stuff.
It might go down a treat as a Nanny's business card, but it seems to have little currency for Tara Marice's character, Sandra in Brooke Robinson's Good Cook. Friendly. Clean.