Detailing the travails of an inept handful of (very) small-time mobsters who run afoul of the real thing, Mojo
gives us an entertaining vision of a 1958 London obsessed with imported
Rock & Roll and American fashions, yet still profoundly British
almost to the point of caricature.
with bouncy banter including every ludicrous Aussie-vernacular-cliché
under our collective sunburnt brow, The Glass Boat loosely themes itself on
time-travel, Christmas and a mental institution.
That Eva’s been dancing since 12 should
surprise noone, since she does it with such consummate
self-assuredness: while I’m gasping, in anxious anticipation of a fatal
error, she’s dancing her heart and soul out.
The beautifully delicate crooning of Madeleine Peyroux,
weighted with pained honesty of heart ache, loneliness and yearning,
seems to be more suited to a more intimate venue rather than the vast
space of the State Theatre.