Avast
March 23rd 2007 23:51
Avast
Black Lung Theatre
Continuing with their steely exploration of human relationships Black Lung deliver a king hit fuelled with testosterone and whipped cream. In this final outing for their 2007 Adelaide Fringe epistle there are many questions asked, and to catch the answers one has to be quick as a head-butt. Isolation, longing, family ties, freedom and subjugation play a great part in Avast.
Half brothers bicker about a dead father and play games worthy of Joe Orton or Samuel Beckett. Grief and shrill tenacity interweave with the notion of familial love; what’s left when a father is murdered and the one hit wonder of a Julian Lennon has faded onto the dusty old compilation fallen behind the stereo to gather dust? The pacts and pastes that hold a well told tale together dampen; curl at the edges revealing our angst ridden human condition a mere skins depth below the surface. Instead of existential fear and loathing rising like a griffin to bite us on the behind we’re left with a post-modern shrug, a wink and a sleight of hand ending. Funny, brazen and unashamedly cryptic, Avast may be a health hazard but why worry; we’re destined for the grave as it is.
Black Lung Theatre
Continuing with their steely exploration of human relationships Black Lung deliver a king hit fuelled with testosterone and whipped cream. In this final outing for their 2007 Adelaide Fringe epistle there are many questions asked, and to catch the answers one has to be quick as a head-butt. Isolation, longing, family ties, freedom and subjugation play a great part in Avast.
Half brothers bicker about a dead father and play games worthy of Joe Orton or Samuel Beckett. Grief and shrill tenacity interweave with the notion of familial love; what’s left when a father is murdered and the one hit wonder of a Julian Lennon has faded onto the dusty old compilation fallen behind the stereo to gather dust? The pacts and pastes that hold a well told tale together dampen; curl at the edges revealing our angst ridden human condition a mere skins depth below the surface. Instead of existential fear and loathing rising like a griffin to bite us on the behind we’re left with a post-modern shrug, a wink and a sleight of hand ending. Funny, brazen and unashamedly cryptic, Avast may be a health hazard but why worry; we’re destined for the grave as it is.
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