Our latest play in the Sydney Theatre Company's 2009 season.
A bare stage. Eight steps spanning the width of the auditorium. Four characters; a father, mother, child and a neighbour. They sit upon, walk along, step up and down upon the steps. Each of the characters may be real or they may be imaginary. They discuss events in their real or imagined lives without any story line unfolding.
The scenes are separated by brief total blackouts which of themselves are (probably intentionally) unnerving. Somehow, during those brief moments, the characters manage complete costume changes in the total darkness.
I suppose this type of play leaves the audience with endless questions as to its meaning and worth. Me, who saw the play ahead of us last week, described it as incomprehensible and the worst play she had ever seen. On the other hand, whilst I generally don't enjoy works like this I remained attentive throughout and I liked the performances. Mk quite liked the work although he had no more idea as to its meaning than did I.
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