It's 1892 on the mean streets of Sydney. Unwed 18-year-old mother, Amber Murray, cast aside by the child's rapist father, and out by her parents, sleeps rough in the reserve, with her beloved babe-in-arms, Horace.
The Hayloft Project’s fresh, exciting new take of The Suicide may occasionally veer towards overindulging its particular brand of humour at the expense of its narrative, but is nevertheless a relentlessly entertaining piece of theatre.
Already, Stories From The 428 is shaping-up as a cult phenomenon. Audiences have been overflowing; generous with applause, laughter and, where appropriate, mesmerised silence.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.