Review – Asher Treleaven hosts Comedy Lab
The belle of the ball was visiting Melbourne comic Asher Treleaven: those who’ve seen him before know to expect something special, and he didn’t disappoint.
The belle of the ball was visiting Melbourne comic Asher Treleaven: those who’ve seen him before know to expect something special, and he didn’t disappoint.
It is hard not to walk away from this film in awe of… home-grown SA talent in the field.
Steve Coogan brings his much loved character Alan Partridge to the big screen in an over-the-top and downright bizarre comedy that flirts brilliantly and hilariously with bad taste.
The breasts and violence are toned down to accommodate a more outrageous storyline and new characters that push this sequel closer to comedy than its predecessor.
Boy meets girl. Girl and boy fall in love. Bad thing happens. Love is tested. Audience rapidly loses interest in film.
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.