Review: Wasteland

Review: Wasteland

5 December, 2017

“We will see plenty of these young faces grace our stages in years to come.” Read what reviewer Nadia Jade from ‘nothing ever happens in brisbane’ had to say about our recent show, Wasteland.

As ever, I am struck by the mechanical infrastructure, the bones of this old building, layered with the battered truss, everything so useful, so necessary for this modern spectacle. It’s early, a 6pm showing, the room doesn’t quite darken, we see chefs working above and to our right, the odd person wandering levels above us. It’s a nice juxtaposition. It suits this little post-apocalyptic number, an ensemble production from the hard-working young acrobats of Flipside Circus.

They tumble onto the stage, a gang of thieves, a motley crew, a pack of energetic youth, in a futuristic set that reminds me of shades of Tankgirl, or Waterworld, or even Mad Max – all films way too old for any of the performers to have ever seen! It feels like a pirate ship, perhaps a scene from a dystopian Atwood novel, pieces of eskies repurposed, an old spray-painted couch. There’s seven, or nine, or ten of them, they jump around with fearless candour, popping in and out of their makeshift cabins, clad in raggedy odds’n’ends. Sliding into hidden spaces, emerging with a new re-fashioned prop. They work well together, an ensemble, in the true sense of the word; all of the parts taken together.

There’s a bounty a goodness in this show. A striking trapeze routine… a fisher-girl who is a natural karaoke queen with a penchant for comedic timing…a strong hand balancing act that belies years of training for one so young…a young woman with an incredible voice, singing whilst she balances precariously on a young man…a lyra routine performed on a giant truck tyre. There is a cool and fluid hula-hoop routine with a innertube tyre that is particularly eye-catching – they are tricks that have been seen before, but somehow the black tube changes them, reshapes them.

Read the full review here. 

Photographer Credit: Stephen Edwards via nothing ever happens in brisbane.