Review – Every Blessed Day
Every Blessed Day is a love story, and a sweet little one at that, about the trials and melodrama of an ongoing relationship.
Every Blessed Day is a love story, and a sweet little one at that, about the trials and melodrama of an ongoing relationship.
Whoever said that all high-school dramas ought to be damming, finger-jabbing films with moral outrage and deep-seeded messages? Is it really such a crime to make a simple film that tells a story, without trying to convince everyone to light up some torches, grab a few pitchforks and rage against the machine?
There’s a disarming ‘what were we thinking?’ nature to some of that interview footage, crisp and HD as it is against the grainy and immediate, unfiltered news footage of the time. But it is the latter, the incredible archive stuff spun towards us with a wild metal soundtrack at times, that is the real core of this work.
It is evident that the film was made on a shoestring budget… but it shouldn’t feel like it so much.
It’s all heavily reminiscent of Meet the Parents: at its best we get a few laughs; at its worst we’re already asleep.
Both performers are hugely energetic and their clear enthusiasm is highly infectious, making for a captivating performance.
A combination of contemporary dance, live art and video art, this performance piece was well-paced and specific while remaining open to interpretation.
The Victorian Supreme Court is not the kind of place you would immediately think of as a theatre venue, but it’s rather fitting that it would be the performance space for Bottled Snail’s production of 12 Angry Men.
Before Christ had said a single word nervous titters were bouncing around the room and triggering more nervous laughter. Taboo was the theme and it was being kicked around the room like a soccer ball.
If the Romans had it right, all we need in life is bread and circuses. I had a sandwich before seeing circus-cabaret mash-up Papillon and was thus halfway to a fulfilling life. That’s about as close as I got.
Gravity is clockwork cinema: it is elegant and functional to the smallest detail, but taken whole, it is no less of a work of art.
The show is a pleasing journey through Neil’s reflections on life, antics he has gotten up to, hypothetical outcomes to real life scenarios, and a litany of one-liners.
Car racing is relegated to the background in Rush, and is no more integral to the story-telling than the soundtrack.
Aside from the fact that she is incredibly musically gifted, her easy-going, lightly self-deprecating humour draws the audience in and leaves them audibly sighing for more. Literally.
[Winter is Coming] was a fun show; unfortunately the old, obvious, unoriginal references outweighed the witty, unexpected and new.
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