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The actors, the style and the plotting all suggest that the characters aren’t overly motivated or worried themselves. They are just empty shells.
Kutcher proves that he may be the dullest actor currently working in American cinema.
Twomey is the only character that the audience can grasp onto and believe in some way, owing largely to Hayes’ charismatic performance.
The darkness of the play feels right at home in such a space.
This long overdue look at these talented women of music’s history might do something to spur on talent into music’s future.
The band themselves were a farce; punters would be forgiven for thinking they were in Vegas with their absurd costumes and posturing.
The very English elements of the play will be less relevant for Sydneysiders, but A Butcher Of Distinction is still a hell of a ride.
Both performers move seamlessly back and forth between dialogue and narration with no hiccups.
The only thing that doesn’t quite work is the young love storyline; it’s more the fault of play than the performances or direction but it’s difficult to resist the desire to throttle Henry as he continuously and earnestly pines over Edna.
Such a performance and discussion surely deserve longer running time.