The Melbourne Theatre Company's production of Entertaining Mr. Sloane, written by British playwright Joe Orton, is their first of the new season, and I'm afraid it is a disappointing beginning.
Take an astute selection of top-drawer talents, mix with intelligence, fresh energy, an eye to the future and it's not surprising the results are better than pleasing.
This famous, almost too familiar story still has a lot to say about compassion triumphing over greed, shared humanity over loneliness, and delight over misery.
Contemporary audiences are at once both made for and yet terribly ill-suited to opera. On the one hand, we live in the society of the spectacle, thriving on a diet of bigger-is-better media events. On the other, we also live in a permanent state of disinterested distraction, weaned on the faddish impermanence of a commodified mediascape.
Modernity is something that happens to the body. It takes it and it breaks it. It commodifies and rapes it. It empties it out and renders it hollow. It displaces and disembodies it.
True describes himself as being trapped in a skin made up of three parts; the yellow is the good guy, the white is the bad guy and the middle is the blackness he lives within.
Language and its role in culture and identity is central to this work and it is explored in all its complexity. Do we need to hang on to the language of the past in order to be ourselves?