Jokes, songs about bacteria, facts about digestion and stories about bizarre sexual practices… all distractions from the heart, or perhaps the guts of the piece?
On face value, this story seems straight-forward, but the placement in the politically charged context of apartheid provides many subtexts and resonances
The drawing room comedy doesn’t get a lot of attention in the repertoires of Australian playwrights however it seems that Wayne Tunks has taken it up with something of a vengeance
The play itself is a frolicking rollicking romp that’s like having a few too many schnapps and waking up in someone’s chalet with the cast of The Sound of Music all trying to get into each other’s pants.
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.