Posts Tagged ‘the last supper

27
Feb
13

The Last Supper

 When Audience Becomes Actor: White Rabbit Red Rabbit, Gob Squad’s Kitchen & The Last Supper

 

Part 3: The Last Supper

 

The Last Supper

Reckless Sleepers, Belgium/UK

Turbine Platform

World Theatre Festival

Wednesday 20th – Sunday 24th February 2013

 

Reviewed by Xanthe Coward

 

Featuring: Mole Wetherell, Leen Dewilde, Tim Ingram

 

The Last Supper

How will the last moments of your life play out?

 

Not strictly audience as actors, but with the expectation that we would be somehow participating, just 39 audience members approached the Turbine Platform late on Sunday night, and waited at the bottom of the steps to be seated according to a lottery, at a massive U-shaped table, set for dinner, to listen to a series of last words, delivered by the actors…and eaten by the actors. Famous last words (and not so famous last words), drawn from historical figures to death row prisoners in Texas, read aloud from rice paper notes and promptly stuffed into mouths, to be consumed with wine or water…

 

I declined a glass of wine. This was my last show of the festival, I was tired, and I had to drive home to the Sunshine Coast, otherwise a glass of red would have been welcome. This, the sharing of red wine, the table arrangement, and other religious references are obvious without becoming thematic, and a moment of bombast and blasphemy nicely becomes the delivery of Jesus Christ’s last words, pleasing believers and non-believers alike.

 

Another great gimmick, in addition to the rice paper eating, came with cloche covered dinner plates, revealing the unusual last meal requests made by the men on death row, including coconuts, hamburgers, fries and fruit milkshakes, and to my disgust, a plate of liver and onions delivered to the gentleman sitting next to me. The strong smell of liver makes me sick and I hoped I could block it out! After some time, the guests on either side of the liver agreed that it had to go, and somebody placed it behind us where it was less offensive. You cannot imagine how distracting the smell of liver and onions can be! If only I’d been seated next to the chocolate cake guy!

 

At times I was baffled by the actors’ need to read the last words (they’ve been touring this show since 2004), Dewilde stumbling a couple of times and the others possibly lost their place for a moment. But then again, who could tell? Was it intentional?  Another gimmick perhaps, to be referring to notes, rather than have the lines learnt? Once the tone and dramatic devices were established The Last Supper was an enjoyable and entertaining show, with enough meaty bits to make us all breath a little more quietly at the table. The re-telling of the Romanov execution was particularly rattling, and the visceral shock of seeing so many Hiroshima last words consumed is something that I won’t shake for a little while.

 

27
Sep
12

The Wau Wau Sisters’ Last Supper

Brisbane Festival

The Wau Wau Sisters

The Wau Wau Sisters’ Last Supper 

Brisbane Festival and Judith Wright Centre

Judith Wright Centre of Contemporary Arts

25th – 29th September 2012

Reviewed by Michelle Bull

‘F**k yeah!’ The Wau Wau Sisters have arrived and the night just got naughtier.

Hosted by the Brisbane Festival, New York’s Wau Wau Sisters (Adrienne Truscott and Tanya Gagne) badly behaved circus/burlesque/comedy extravaganza, The Last Supper, opened to an energetic audience at the Judith Wright Centre on Tuesday night.

Deliciously provocative, smart-mouthed and blasphemous, The Last Supper is bound to offend those who patrol the higher moral ground, but if you like theatre that doesn’t take itself too seriously, has the balls to ‘go there’, wave it in your face and shout out a few superlatives, you’re seriously going to love The Wau Wau Sisters The Last Supper.

Now any show that requires a full body frisk and bag search upon entry has definitely got my attention. Props to the Brisbane Festival/Judith Wright Centre and their bright-eyed-bobble-headed ‘Air Hostesses’ for making this friendly pat-down a theatrical experience; we all thought it was all part of the show!

I’m pleased Brisbane is being challenged by productions that evoke such a strong response be that positive or negative, even if that does mean the odd frisk or two to manage potential risk. I would say however, if you are offended by jibes at Christianity, extremely salty language and a bit of skin then perhaps the Wau Wau Sisters are not for you. Although for those who don’t mind a little trip into the back alleys of morality, brace yourselves; you’re in for a ride.

After a lengthy start in which mustached ushers/hostesses offered stacks of communion wafers, which were rumoured to be laced with a little something extra, there was a kafuffle down below and the unconquerable Wau Wau Sisters were spread-eagled before us…Wau! Where’s that wine?

The Wau Wau Sisters

Opening with a routine that tumbled through naughty catholic schoolgirl flirtations to a mock crucifixion and some pretty nifty balance tricks it was clear from the outset that this was a show that would make the writer of Fifty Shades blush and run for a cold shower. With ferocious enthusiasm and intent the Sisters continued their transformation into country singin’, tart-mouthed beauties from the South, and began their race through the gamut of spirituality, from Christian ceremony to trance-like hippy rituals with a good dose of smut thrown in for good measure.

Like any good fun loving romp, audience participation was used to great effect, and involved the entire crowd so be prepared to embrace your inner silly-sausage, Brisbane! The dress up sequence was a riot (frilly knickers and all), and the trance-like hippy love-in, while a little drawn out at times, tripped between Peace, Love and Woodstock and the hilariously lewd and ridiculous (I shall never look at a banana the same way again).

For the country music fans the Wau Wau Sisters offer up a cheeky song or two, playing their bright red ‘ponies’ as only they could. The highlights were a song played and sung whilst one sister balanced strategically on the others feet and…er…wandering toes, and the facetiously funny Jesus is Coming which drew a strong response from the audience and no doubt pushed those sitting on the fence one way or another.

However for all the silliness and mayhem, these dynamic and skilled performers managed the organised chaos to a tee. Their sharp-witted and playful taunts at the audience took no prisoners, and smashed the fourth wall down with bare breasts blazing. (A word of warning here, you may end up close and personal with some tits and ass but as one punter pointed out, much to the amusement of his companions, ‘Relax, it’s only a boob’).

Its this sense of abandon that remained a highlight of the show and the fearlessness in which they ran with making a complete mockery of Christ and Christianity; not to everyone’s taste but ballsy, shocking and dare I say funny none the less!

The fabulous physical skills of the duo featured throughout the show were also a highlight. The aerial duet was a complete spectacle and was executed with the same ferocious energy that propelled the show right through to its climactic end; a complete striptease in front of a motley Last Supper scene that saw the sisters embracing nude under a cascade of red wine while bare-chested hippies and cross-dressing cowgirls blew party whistles in complete ridicule of the familiar Christian picture.

Aside from its controversial content, which personally I found a strength of the show, my only reservation about The Wau Wau Sisters The Last Supper was that it seemed slightly one dimensional; the constant sexual insinuations and profanities losing their impact after a while suggesting (given the comic skill of the performers) a gag with a little more depth would have balanced the blatant dirty joke and energised the pace so that as an audience we didn’t become desensitised. That being said, the show remained entertaining and lulls in pace were quickly overcome.

The Wau Wau Sisters’ Last Supper is not for the faint hearted, twisty-knickered or easily offended, but for those among you who like a bit of scandal, the Wau Wau Sisters are guaranteed to tantalise, titillate and tease, slapping you on the behind with a big cheeky wink and shouting “F**k Yeah! Lets have some fun!”

If you’re lucky enough to score some tickets, do it, you know you wanna…