Toy Symphony
Nov 20, 2007 18:19:52 GMT
Post by maxx02 on Nov 20, 2007 18:19:52 GMT
Last night we saw Richard Roxburgh in Toy Symphony. The show has a very simple premise--a writer experiecing writers block tries to break down that barrier. But the show itself was anything but simple. The name comes from a Hayden piece and just happens to be the name of the first play the character writes when he is a child. Roxburgh's character has taken up writing because his imagination is so vivid it actually brings to life anyone he happens to ponder on for more than a moment or two.
First I have to say that while I've seen Richard Roxburgh in many films I have never seen him on stage before. What a treat! He swings from child to drug addicted wastral in the blink of an eye.
While he doesn't quite have Rufus' delicate sensibility, he does have Rufus' understanding of his craft and works in a very similar fashion--emotional, evocative, volitile and expressive. There is a tremendous little scene in which his character talks to an acting student from a lecture he has just given in which he lays out the rigors of the ungratefulness of an actors (not celebs) existance. If one knows his body of work one can easily wonder if the anger and frustration might stem from some of the events of his own career.
There is a particularly lovely monologue in the guise of a phone call in the second act where all pretense slips away and we finally find out what a disaster he believes his life has been. What he believes is key here because to all outward appearances he's been quite successful.
It would be a wonderful vehicle for Rufus should they ever produce it outside Australia.
Like Rock 'n' Roll, it's a play that requires multiple viewings. If you happen to be in Sydney over the next month or so try to take it in. You won't be disappointed.
First I have to say that while I've seen Richard Roxburgh in many films I have never seen him on stage before. What a treat! He swings from child to drug addicted wastral in the blink of an eye.
While he doesn't quite have Rufus' delicate sensibility, he does have Rufus' understanding of his craft and works in a very similar fashion--emotional, evocative, volitile and expressive. There is a tremendous little scene in which his character talks to an acting student from a lecture he has just given in which he lays out the rigors of the ungratefulness of an actors (not celebs) existance. If one knows his body of work one can easily wonder if the anger and frustration might stem from some of the events of his own career.
There is a particularly lovely monologue in the guise of a phone call in the second act where all pretense slips away and we finally find out what a disaster he believes his life has been. What he believes is key here because to all outward appearances he's been quite successful.
It would be a wonderful vehicle for Rufus should they ever produce it outside Australia.
Like Rock 'n' Roll, it's a play that requires multiple viewings. If you happen to be in Sydney over the next month or so try to take it in. You won't be disappointed.