Rodwell Monologues Review

Bats Theatre 2009

This is immediate theatre, it's impact is instant. Why? I believe, because it's about what we know, who we know - girls from the Hutt, Berhampore. Our city, our country. These are ordinary, familiar and relateable stories that give us the delicious opportunity to laugh at ourselves.
Drawn from a series of vignettes, they are seamlessly connected within an atmosphere reminiscent of 1970's late night Wellington cafes. The onstage musical arrangement supports with passion,the quirks and depths of the performances.
Out of an almost deceptively simple style like that of stream of consciousness writing, the actors have created fully rounded sometimes larger than life characters; rough diamonds, showing their blunt edges, the complex variables that a human being is made up of.
There is an edge to Sally Rodwell's writing as she weaves her humorous stories. You get a glimpse of the real world behind these characters, their hopes and disappointments.
This is creative theatre. The performers are polished and yet retain an element of improvisation, room to surprise and they did - often.

Riveting performances: from

Riveting performances: from the moment Carmel McGlone steps out sucking on her indigo cocktail all dressed in magenta velvet and black lace, pauses a moment to look around...and says "I'm strange......Stella Strange".
This show rocks. Stella Strange and Rhonda Gone are incarnated by 6 fabulous multi-talented performances wearing costumes to dye for. Humour, of course, in bucketloads. And also: haunting music, powerful drama, wild dance, tears to your eyes and guffaws from your breast, pathos and bathos in bushels. See it if you can!