His writing style is to slowly develop and release the personae of his characters. In the end, the people who originally appeared to be the ‘average man in the street’ are found to be complex with difficult lives.

This two and a quarter hour classic can be seen at the Stirling Theatre, Morris Place, Innaloo, at 8.00 each night until Saturday 25^th April.

Set designer, Jane Sherwood, has completely stripped the stage of proscenium curtains and wings’ flats. This has allowed her create the huge, luxurious guest bedroom of the 28,000 acre Mississippi mansion. The room walls are of fine muslin drapes allowing the audience to see into the passageway behind, and the balcony overlooking the lush garden (backdrop painted by Gabriel Dahmen).

There has been a huge amount of work put into the set by Michael Stronach, Les Farrell, Lisa Matthews, Callum Santiago, Ron Arthurs and Richard Mananga. The well managed props and children courtesy of stage manager, Carla Griffiths.

The lighting and sound designs are by James Wilson, operated by Callum Calder and Ian Wilson. For decades community productions have used the on / off fader for the sound and lighting, no subtlety or ‘50 shades of light’. However, recently, stereo sound effects have become the norm, with birds singing where the garden is, the sound of the telephone ringing from the position of the ‘phone; seems a basic expectation, but for years the sounds even came from a poorly positioned speaker at the side of the auditorium. In this show, a great deal of work has been put into these visual and sound effects, there were even a few quiet and non-intrusive notes, when Big Daddy made a powerful statement.

The costumes were excellent, reflecting the wearer’s character and the era (Bree Vreedenburgh).

         Big Daddy (Ron Arthurs) is shouting for his black manservant, Lacey (Richard Mananga) to hurry with the wine. The guests are gathering for the 65^th birthday of this self-made millionaire.

        The once charming Brick (Michael Dornan) is the favourite son of the family. He is considered by Big Mama (Dimity Wehr), a mother who seems to be permanently in denial of what is happening in her family, and Brick’s nervous wife, Maggie (Amanda Watson), as the perfect man. Brick formerly showed textbook masculinity and as being untouchable, however, severely depressed at the death of his best friend Skipper, Brick hides behind his endless stream of liquor. Could he have had a homosexual attraction for Skipper? A desire that he keeps in abeyance, a topic to avoid discussing with Big Daddy.

       Whilst hurdling at school, Brick broke his ankle, considered by Maggie as the start of his broken life. Over the years, Maggie has become bitter as she desperately wants children, but it is eons since Brick and her made love. Maggie, the play’s the ‘cat’, a semi-hysterical, anxious and dissatisfied woman, because of Brick’s indifference to her womanly demands. Inexplicably bound to her man, Maggie has tried undressing seductively, posing in front of the mirror, but Brick is unmoved.

      When her Brick’s brother, high flying attorney, Gooper (Craig Edwards) and his haughty, malicious wife, ‘the monster of fertility’, Mae (Gael Campbell-Young) take great joy in pointing out that they have a brood of ‘wonderful’ children, and that Maggie is still virginal, the atmosphere is acrid. The young tactless, Reverend Tooker (Damian Forbes) is horrified at the family feuds, but hypocritically ignores them.

        Gooper and Mae’s litter of ‘no-neck’ children are repeatedly forced to perform for Big Daddy, as they try to oust Brick and ingratiate themselves as sole beneficiaries in Big Daddy’s Will. Daddy is no fool, he sees through this, still preferring the younger son – or as Mama says – ‘the only son’, still hoping that Maggie will produce the much wanted grandson.

        When Dr Baugh (Brett Shircore) arrives with the results of Daddy’s latest health check, to save Mama’s feelings, Gooper tells Mama that her Daddy has a spastic colon and not cancer as previously thought.

        Assuming that he is in fine health, good for another twenty years, Daddy takes Brick aside and bullyingly challenges him to face up to life, just as he, Daddy, has had to suffer the miserable bitch that has been his wife for 45 years.

 

        What will happen? Will jealous Gooper or alcoholic Brick win; will sexually frustrated, unloved Maggie or the bitch of the century, Mae triumph? Alternatively, will they all be losers?

 

‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’ is one of these plays that looks like a good basic story, and on two the five occasions that I have seen this play, it has been presented as a simple interesting story. It has in fact a great number of hidden meanings, symbolism and subtleties often missed by the directors and cast. The size of the audio console, the double bed, Brick’s crutch etc all have much more meaning than is seen at first. Thirty percent of this play can be enjoyed without knowing the full meaning of Tennessee’s script, but when produced correctly the full 100% power of the story blows you away. This production under the skilful direction of award winning Jane Sherwood was a 100% job.

The children, Buster (James Matthews), Dixie (Lakeesha Motbey), Trixie (Colette Campbell) and Sonny (Charlie Motbey) were wonderful. How often does one see children who are wooden puppets, mouthing a few monotonic words that only a devoted Grandparent would appreciate? Well these kids gave it their all. They sang beautifully and truly acted. Even 6 years old, Charlie had his few seconds of fame.

I have seen Amanda Watson act hilarious comedy, and yet here she heartbreaking plays the wife that has been cast aside. Every muscle in her body and face expressed her feelings. Her accent is perfect for the Deep South. This has to be the performance of the year. Let us hope that the bigger Perth theatre companies ‘discover’ her soon, a fabulous actress.

Michael Dornan, another actor known for his comedy, showed every emotion of the alcoholic struggling to come to terms with the loss of the only person he ever cared for. Michael literally threw himself into the part, crashing to the floor repeatedly. Ron, as Big Daddy, was the first Daddy since Burl Ives to demonstrate the real psychological and physical power over Brick, to be omnipotent in his own home. Dimity was wonderful as the loving mother, who could have quite a sting in the tail when she wanted.

I know I normally praise the programme when there is nothing else to like, but Fran Gordon’s full colour programme has a font easy to read, and good clear photos so essential for knowing which actor is which. Bree Vreedenburgh’s poster was most clever, encompassing the mood and fiery atmosphere of the play.

One of the best versions of this play that I have seen, that is including the professional productions. Outstanding, not a weak link in sight. Plenty of WOW factor.

The stage has been completely cleared. There are no proscenium curtains, no drapes, no wings, just the three bare, black stage walls. Centre stage, there is a dining table, a settee and a small table with a glass animal collection. Set design by Phil Barnett and props by Yad Sand, stage-managed by Sally Barendse.

      It is 1937 in St Louis. The scene is a poor flat, the home of the Wingfields.

      Thirty-year-old Tom (Joe Tareha) is a poet, who works in a boot factory to subsidise his writing. He steps into the spotlight and starts to recall his reminiscences of recent events. The whole play is of memories, with the lighting reflecting the mood and strength of each memory, rather than the light level that would actually be present in the room. Tom explains how his father – whose photo dominates the rear wall – left 16 years earlier, and how consequently their happy days vanished. It is Tom’s earnings that keep and feed his domineering mother and invalid sister.

      Tom goes to the ‘movies’ each night in an attempt to escape the unrelenting matriarchal oppression. He remains in the house through guilt implanted by his mother, and his caring feeling of responsibility for his weak sister Laura (Aisling – pronounced Ashlyn – McGrogan).

     The vivacious mother, Amanda (Maree Grayden) constantly recalls her wild youth; all of the many male friends that she had, and how she was adored. Now, in middle age, she is bitter at what she has lost. In the guise of caring for her exceptionally shy daughter’s future, she is petrified in case her daughter Laura is found more attractive than she is, and so wrecks daughter Laura’s self-confidence. Her main tool of torture is to remind Laura of her imperfect and deformed body. Laura had a leg brace as a child, but now only has a slight limp.

Amanda asks son Tom to see if there is a suitable suitor for Laura at his work. He brings home for tea, his handsome friend Jim (Yad Sand). On his arrival, mother Amanda is made up like a Christmas tree, with her yellow graduation ball gown. One wonders does she really care about Laura’s future or is she desperate to be the centre of attention in her own search for affection?

Williams has created four very complex characters. It is easy to watch this play and think what a simple storyline, hardly worth seeing; but when you get a good cast, the show lifts. Then with an excellent cast, the whole depth of the story and the complexity of the characters suddenly awaken and the play becomes something special. Here we have three excellent actors and Maree, whom I have admired for years, giving a stunningly rich portrayal of the mother from Hell. This performance was something extraordinary.

Although Aisling is a WAAPA girl with quite a bit of experience, I understand that this is actually her first major stage performance. Her acting will make you reach for the tissue box. Yad, who has only been acting for about a year, plays Jim ‘the only man to have ever kissed Laura (?)’. His performance was admirable, considering the massive emotional demand of the part.

Joe conquered Tom’s depth of instability. The battles with his mother, his soft heartedness to his sister and his surprising fear of leaving home. Will he ever leave? or is he co-dependent on the matriarch?

The wonderful original score by Fiona Davidson has been played on the Scottish fiddle, it is beautifully haunting and perfect for the memory theme.

Susie Conte, as director, has understood this wonderful play perfectly and demonstrated the numerous personality traits in each. It is clear that the costumes by Jenny Prosser are not simply ‘we need an evening dress’; the colours, styles and design say so much about the people wearing them. The lighting by Ben Davis is subtle and moves around the areas of the stage, creating little worlds within the drab house.

Like the director, this is one of my favourite plays. It takes a huge amount of skill to display all the facets, but Susie Conte and her superb cast has captured much more than one could reasonably expect from a community theatre. If you go to see this play, and you MUST, please do not just let it skim over you, but examine each character and everything they say. A little work by you will repay you enormously. A fine production of which to be very proud.

There really was a Desire streetcar line in New Orleans. The route ran for 30 years, being closed around the epoch of this play. It ran from Bourbon through the Quarter to Desire Street in the Bywater. The character of Blanche may be based on Williams’ mentally ill sister, Rose, who after a lobotomy became debilitated.

The Black Swan State Theatre Company is presenting this star-filled classic at the Heath Ledger Theatre, in the State Theatre Centre of WA, Northbridge. The performances are 3 hours 20 minutes, and run until Sunday 6^th April. The curtain goes up each evening at 7.30.

This play has been so amazingly popular that it now has an extended season, so please check for new performances up to the 13th April.

The amazing set (designed by Christina Smith, assisted by India Mehta) is of a two-storey apartment block in the French Quarter of New Orleans just after World War ll. It is colonial style, with a metal spiral staircase on the outside. On the ground floor is a poor, dishevelled, one room flat.

Matt Scott’s exceptional lighting design creates an extra sleaziness to the house. He has lit each small area separately, often having several cool patches of greens and blue blended with the warm colours to change the mood in the room. When a streetcar rumbled past (very convincing sound design, Ben Collins) the flashing car lights lit up the room, heightening a climax in the script.

        The neon sign of a bar shows through the steamy heat of the evening. The soft jazz music of an alto sax (played by composer Ben Collins) drifts from the top floor. A woman dressed smartly in a white suit and carrying an expensive handbag is searching for a house.

       This is Faubourg Marigny, a poor quarter of New Orleans where Stella and Stanley Kowalski survive in their small Elysian Fields Avenue apartment. Although grubby, the neighbourhood is alive, vivacious and with a sensual ambiance.

       Two women are sitting on the spiral staircase, Eunice (Alison van Reeken) and her Negro friend (Irma Woods). They spot the striking, Southern Belle, Blanche DuBois (Sigrid Thornton) an alcoholic who has delusions of grandeur and pretensions to culture. Blanche is truly a delicate, disturbed woman desperate for security in her life. She explains, ‘They told me to take a streetcar named ‘Desire’, and then transfer to one called ‘Cemeteries’. After a recent traumatic period, Blanche is essentially seeking sanctuary with her sister, Stella (Jo Morris). Eunice has a spare key for Stella’s flat. On entering, Blanche is horrified by her sister’s poky apartment, especially after the ancestral Southern estate she has just left.

       Her deceptive poise is not solely to attract male partners, but is a personal shield of delusions and fantasy from the reality of having lost her family fortune and home. Neither will she face the truth about her homosexual husband’s suicide, nor her sacking for seducing a young pupil at the school where she taught, instead she tells Stanley and Stella her problem is nervous exhaustion. Blanche turns to alcohol at every chance.

      As Stella welcomes Blanche with some trepidation, she is terrified of what her husband Stanley (Nathaniel Dean) will say about the new visitor. From the beginning, Blanche is appalled at her brutish brother-in-law. Like all of the other women in the area, Stella is compliant in sex, oppression and in love with her husband.

      One evening, Stanley has some friends around for their weekly poker night. There is Pablo (Benj D’Addario), Eunice’s husband, Steve (Steve Turner) and a middle-aged mummy’s boy, Harold (Luke Hewitt). During their game, Blanche, seeing a possible answer to her prayers, snuggles up to Harold. The anger in Stanley is immediately aroused by this intrusion.

     Next day, when a young collector (Callum Fletcher) calls for the week’s newspaper money, Blanche pays him in her own way.

     Stanley, suspicious of the circumstances that led to Blanche leaving her hometown of Laurel, finds some strange truths about her affairs. Blanche’s grip on reality is becoming more fragile. By now, Stella’s first baby is due any day. A doctor (Michael Loney) and his nurse (Rhoda Lopez) arrive at the house to care for the patient.

 Black Swan’s resident artistic director, Kate Cherry has been capably assisted in the directing by Lawrie Cullen-Tait and also by renowned choreographer and movement specialist, Chrissie Parrott. The team has produced a visually exciting production, with an especially good interpretation of the script. Every nuance has been demonstrated.

Only one thing is worse than a false American accent, and that is when each member of the cast has accents from different States of America. Voice coach, Melissa Agnew has skilfully guided and blended the cast’s intonations into one authentic New Orleans’ southern drawl. This is not simply an American accent, but it has that extra roughness and Hispanic overtones of the poorer class. Although the actors were most impressive, it took me quite a few minutes to ‘tune in’ and understand the dialogue. Initially, I wished that their skills had not been quite so precise.

The delightful Sigrid Thornton nailed the part from the opening scene. There is a point where she is about to compliment Stella on her youthful looks, and pulls back and insults her clothes and hair instead. These tiny expressions and movements took the whole performance into a different league. Without spoiling the tale, the change in Blanche throughout was subtle in voice, movement and whole body demeanour, a superlative performance.

The beginning of the second Act started with a charming love scene, where poor Harold pleaded with Blanche for her hand; this was particularly well handled. Both Jo Morris and Nathaniel Dean had brilliant chemistry throughout the wild mood swings in their life.

I often wonder if it is harder for the costume maker to create luxurious gowns or to make clothing that looks well worn. A few tears and a bit of dirt rubbed in never looks authentic. The garment makers Lexi Hobbs, Susi Rigg and Rachel McCabe have created some admirable apparel from gold threads to local ethnic attire.

This is a classic play that calls for tight direction, good interpretation and excellent teamwork. Here we have a talented cast giving us a production to remember.