Neil Patrick Harris holds this together as a gay man who is dumped without warning by his partner of 17 years. It has been described as Sex and the City only with actual gay men. well, I never took to S&tS, but this stays charming. I especially like the inscrutable affability of Colin the dumper.
We went to this with high hopes, but although most of the audience seemed to love it, laughing heartily at things invisible to me, I thought it was abysmal: badly paced, grimaced and shouted rather than acted, cynical about politics with a reactionary and misogynistic undercurrent. Poor Oscar. That is my impression of the first half. The second half may hav […]
A line lit on at random – 'I call it mediocrity whose name is australian poetry' – reminds me why I approach Ouyang Yu's work with caution. Either he is describing himself as mediocre or he is worryingly exceptionalist. But worrying isn't the worst thing poetry can be, so here goes.