Speed the Plow

Presented by: Human Sacrifice Theatre

Venue: Chapel off Chapel, Prahran

Reviewer: Chris Muir

Date Reviewed: Sunday 17th May, 2009

 

In his 1988 play, Speed-the-Plow, David Mamet blots the black, bitter ink of his pen across the glossy façade of Hollywood. He writes of a place where both the truth and friendships are stretched and only the clinically cynical survive. As exemplars of this view, a trio of archetypal Tinseltown casualties – part film noir, part slapstick – play out a not-so-merry dance of desperation and manipulation.

 

Ageing film producer Charlie Fox has stumbled upon an oil field of blockbuster sludge he intends to flood into multiplexes the world over. He enlists up-and-comer, Bobby Gould, to help it get the green light – Hollywood-speak for getting it made.

 

The two used car salesmen-cum-studio execs have a concept that can’t lose (it can be described in a sentence and features an A-list actor and a prison) and simply have to sustain the heady coffee-buzz until they pitch to the studio bigwig in 24 hours.

 

Enter office temp, Karen, whose “courtesy read” of a New York author’s long-winded novel of nuclear fallout affects her so profoundly that, later that night, she convinces a drunk and lustful Gould to make it instead of the can’t-lose prison flick.

 

Throughout the performance a series of graphic novel-style illustrations are projected onto the backdrop of the stage. They present the three characters in their fraudulent, two-dimensional glory but it is the cast who successfully bring these apparitions from the back-lots of Hollywood to life.

 

Colin MacPherson, as Fox, plays up the comic book villainy of his character, every raise of the eyebrows from behind his black shades perfectly-timed. He paces Gould’s office in an ill-fitting suit, his air-punching and triumphant tooth-sucking reminiscent of a television evangelist channelling a big credit card payment.

 

The fast-paced exchange of compliments between him and Gould in the throes of shop-talk, however, soon turns to barbs and bruised knuckles when Gould decides to back the philosophical novel. The two men circle each other, all frothing machismo, and barked insults.

 

Between them stands Karen: patron of the “East Coast pansy” novel, foe of the fickle and the cornball. But is she too looking for a piece of fame through the empty vessel of Gould? Matt Edmond’s direction and Kasia Kaczmarek’s portrayal provide no easy answers to the enigma that is Karen. She stands awkwardly, bending her ankle in a fashion that may be coquettishly calculated or simply from a lack of practice tottering around in stilettos.

 

Human Sacrifice Theatre’s performance is an impressive exposé of the shady making and breaking of deals that take place in the offices of the cowboys (and a femme fatale temp) that make up Hollywood’s extended cast. Theirs is a world where style and substance, commerce and art do not interact but remain separate –never to move forward, despite the green light.

 


Chris Muir is a third year Creative Arts student at La Trobe University, majoring in English and Cinema Studies. He hails from the land formerly known as Van Diemen’s, where he mastered the art of wood whittling. He is currently whittling a feature film script but fears this may be a bit trickier than that ‘doorstop’ he crafted from a chunk of Huon pine.

 

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