Chekov. Bell. Blanchett. Gore. Roxburgh. Weaver. Weaving. Not to mention Anthony Phelan and relative newcomer Hayley McElhinney (hey, I said relative). Can you go wrong? Not really. Well, certainly not far.
Funny and discomfiting, occasionally sweet but more often just bitter (and certainly never bittersweet), Rhinestone Rex & Miss Monica could best be described as a romantic comedy for those who don’t really like romantic comedies.
The wild west, the west of folklore and dreams, and the “true” west of ’80s America mingle and merge impeccably in this outstanding production that goes above and beyond all the hype to achieve something that’s truly extraordinary.
The cast and co-creators are uniformly uproarious, with every sketch taking gleeful aim at the various foibles and follies of their targets, each playing many different parts.
A gifted embroider of words, Friel combines soft lyricism and hard meaning in his play, a tragical comical historical pastoral on a spree and spoiling for a spirited spar.
In the care of Pinchgut Opera’s director, Erin Helyard, this music, formulaic as it indeed is in some respects, sprang off the page into an experience rich in emotions.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.