Bums, ‘boobs’ and condoms
BY IAN JONES
14 Sep, 2011 04:12 PM
IT wouldn’t have been everyone’s cup of tea.
In fact if they’d been allowed to take a cup of tea into the theatre, they may very well have spilled some of it.
Especially if they found boobs, bums and condoms confronting.
The Peforming Arts “The Naked Canvas” - a gallery of theatrical “paintings” - drew a mixed response from theatre goers on Friday and Saturday night.It ranged from exuberant appreciation to “drink a quick six-pack before you go in”.
But the one thing, without doubt, is that it had everyone talking.One of the most talked about was a scene described by one attendee as “Macbeth’s witches meets Marat Sade as directed by Hugh Hefner”. Officialy it was called “Take a rest, Mae West)
Another watched and found it so disconcerting that she went home.
The juxtaposition to large red lips bathed in the red-glow of the Brimstone Club was the performance of Carolyn Stuart who sang, “Let’s do it”, a musical verson of “men are from mars, women are from venus”.
It was a fitting finale and a funny tribute to the war of the sexes.For many it was the highlight of the night.
But, what we can best describe as “the condom song” (Officially it was called Miss Conception) came a close second.
Some however may have found it in less than good taste, and that was the joy of “The Naked Canvas”. It was occasionally lewd, occasionally thought-provoking, occasionally uncomfortable, occasionally side-splittingly funny, occasional rough around the edges, occasionally smooth and edgy as a “big-city” production, but at all times it proved Goondiwindi is “growing up”. There’s little doubt the performing arts wouldn’t have been brave enough to push the boundaries as it has done with “The Naked Canvas” 20 years ago.
We are all the luckier for it.
But maybe a good old-fashioned “panto” wouldn’t hurt next time around?
For the record the performances of Louise Sullivan (Tortured artists Sandy Sorehole) and Michael Corcoran (The Curator) were a joy to watch.Louise was a standout throughout the eveing while Michael shone, along with Angela Clarke, in “Log off” an ode to the modern world of internet dating written by Carolyn Stuart.
The Naked Canvas was directed by Pauline Clyne.
From The Goondiwindi Argus, September 14th 2011
BY IAN JONES
14 Sep, 2011 04:12 PM
IT wouldn’t have been everyone’s cup of tea.
In fact if they’d been allowed to take a cup of tea into the theatre, they may very well have spilled some of it.
Especially if they found boobs, bums and condoms confronting.
The Peforming Arts “The Naked Canvas” - a gallery of theatrical “paintings” - drew a mixed response from theatre goers on Friday and Saturday night.It ranged from exuberant appreciation to “drink a quick six-pack before you go in”.
But the one thing, without doubt, is that it had everyone talking.One of the most talked about was a scene described by one attendee as “Macbeth’s witches meets Marat Sade as directed by Hugh Hefner”. Officialy it was called “Take a rest, Mae West)
Another watched and found it so disconcerting that she went home.
The juxtaposition to large red lips bathed in the red-glow of the Brimstone Club was the performance of Carolyn Stuart who sang, “Let’s do it”, a musical verson of “men are from mars, women are from venus”.
It was a fitting finale and a funny tribute to the war of the sexes.For many it was the highlight of the night.
But, what we can best describe as “the condom song” (Officially it was called Miss Conception) came a close second.
Some however may have found it in less than good taste, and that was the joy of “The Naked Canvas”. It was occasionally lewd, occasionally thought-provoking, occasionally uncomfortable, occasionally side-splittingly funny, occasional rough around the edges, occasionally smooth and edgy as a “big-city” production, but at all times it proved Goondiwindi is “growing up”. There’s little doubt the performing arts wouldn’t have been brave enough to push the boundaries as it has done with “The Naked Canvas” 20 years ago.
We are all the luckier for it.
But maybe a good old-fashioned “panto” wouldn’t hurt next time around?
For the record the performances of Louise Sullivan (Tortured artists Sandy Sorehole) and Michael Corcoran (The Curator) were a joy to watch.Louise was a standout throughout the eveing while Michael shone, along with Angela Clarke, in “Log off” an ode to the modern world of internet dating written by Carolyn Stuart.
The Naked Canvas was directed by Pauline Clyne.
From The Goondiwindi Argus, September 14th 2011
Lucky Lips are always kissing!
