From the ed­i­tor

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Contents - Deb­o­rah Jones

VERY best wishes to Jonathan Hol­loway for his first Perth In­ter­na­tional Arts Fes­ti­val, which opened last night. I’m look­ing for­ward to vis­it­ing later in the month to see the work of re­cent Re­view cover god­dess Lucinda Childs, along with as many other things I can cram into four days. Hol­loway has pro­grammed with a slightly sun­nier touch than did Lindy Hume for her third and final Syd­ney Fes­ti­val, which con­tained a lot of dark, provoca­tive ma­te­rial ( The Boys, Thyestes, Buried City, ’ Tis Pity She’s a Whore; whoa!) but there’s a wee bit of cross­over be­tween the fes­ti­vals on ei­ther side of the con­ti­nent with the in­clu­sion of Fran­tic Assem­bly’s move­ment-theatre piece about box­ing, Beau­ti­ful Burnout. I com­mend it to Perth readers, although I wish you could also see Syd­ney’s other box­ing show, I’m Your Man, a piece of ver­ba­tim theatre by Roslyn Oades at Belvoir. The shows, so dif­fer­ent in in­tent and con­struc­tion, made a fas­ci­nat­ing dou­ble, par­tic­u­larly for the likes of your cor­re­spon­dent who, it’s safe to say, is not a noted box­ing afi­cionado. Fes­ti­vals: they do take you places you wouldn’t or­di­nar­ily go. I’m Your Man is, if you’ll for­give me, a knock­out, and I would ad­vise fes­ti­val di­rec­tors in other cities who’d like to have a hit on their hands to pick this one up quick smart; au­di­ences adored it. The prob­lem will be keep­ing the stun­ning cast to­gether. And boy, were they fit! As we watched the sole woman in I’m Your Man do­ing chin-ups — the ac­tors never stop work­ing for 75 min­utes — a bloke a cou­ple of seats down from me mut­tered feel­ingly: ‘‘I can’t do that.’’ And nei­ther, friends, can I. Beau­ti­ful Burnout is a bit kinder on its cast, but not much.

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