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FM and I had the great pleasure of attending (courtesy of the Australian Book Review – ABR) the marvellous Steppenwolf Theatre Company production of August: Osage County by Tracy Letts, Directed by Anna D Shapiro last Friday night.
Steppenwolf is a star-studded top-shelf outfit including luminaries like John Malkovich (but not in this production), hailing from Chicago. Audience members fond of US television (especially those very familiar with the West Wing or the recent Brady Bunch movie – ok you parents) will recognise Gary Cole as the sleazy Steve Heidebrecht, and Chelcie Ross ( Gray’s Anatomy, My Name is Earl, Cold Case) as Beverley Weston.
The August: Osage County season at Sydney Theatre Company (until 25th of September) is a tour de force. A rivetting, scathing comedy surrounding the Weston Family of August: Osage County.
Not wanting in any way to dilute your pleasure, I’ll avoid giving away virtually any of the plot, but it’s fair to say that this is the quintessential dysfunctional extended family with a dark, dark secret and the matriarch from hell. Not quite so successful in avoiding the common comparisons with “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe?”, this family has the quintessential matriarch from hell.
The play opens with a long, dry, wry prologue by the family patriarch, Beverley Weston and the extended family unravels badly from then on in.
So many memorable lines….. for example, Eldest daughter Barbara Fordham (Amy Morton) describes her philandering lecturer husband Bill’s (Jeff Perry) illicit affair with one of his students as “Porking Pippy Longstocking”.
Set in the dog days of summer in the deep south, it’s hot, humid and considering the opprobrium is so thick it can be cut with a knife, the play is surprisingly breezy as the dialogue and action throw us around amidst a large scale cutaway doll’s house set.
In the past, it’s true I have delighted in sticking the knife into STC when it dished up turgid, ponderous, flat and uninspired Shakespearean pap. But the visiting Steppenwolf Company production was brilliant. It has two short intervals and runs for over three hours – but it seems to pass in a flash. Most of the audience alternated between shock at the cruelty the characters dumped on each other, laughing at the buffoonery and sometimes nervously smiling at the embarrassing intimacy of a microscopic look into this American family’s life. But those of us not so easily offended just laughed and laughed. It was great !
While the most obvious context for the play is that it centres on a matriarch in deep decline, with her three daughters’ families and a her sister’s family, Osage is also a metaphor for America. Threaded through the play are references to TS Eliot’s the Wasteland.
While we were at the theatre, we took the precaution of recording an old TV favourite – the Collectors on ABC1 – and let the recording run on. When we watched the recording instead of the grim election coverage last night, it ran on to another recording – of a speech given recently in Australia by the (British) Harvard professor of economic history – Neill Ferguson on the Decline of the American Empire – how wonderfully apt. (Chase this speech up on iView if it’s available… it’s a beauty)
And …. if you can, catch the August: Osage County, we heartily recommend that you do.
Our thanks to ABR for the opportunity !

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I pulled out a couple of hares already.
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…. and had a barber queue ?
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Sorry Mike but what did you say after the FM and I? 🙂
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Was good, Go ! Hung.
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The vet kept the ticks in a jar, some were still alive crawling to the top, trying to get out, but with the scew top lid they were unable to escape.
Poor Milo on an anti venom drip. A pityful sight, with a catheter in his leg. The total tally, over sixty ticks. Yet, he roamed for not more than 15 minutes, the rest of the walk he was on a lead restraining him from chasing the wallabies.
So much for lovely rain forests and Barrington Tops.
A good thing is though, the vet can comfortably take a couple of weeks off, luxuriating on a deck chair on the HMAS Elizabeth at Dubai.
Milo is on a chicken diet marinated in Mocroccan spices.
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Thanks Emm, still didn’t cheer me up after the election!
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Sorry, Big. I think deep, deep, deep depression might demand at least two shows, one gig and a Chinese meal for any discernible relief 🙂
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Milo is in ‘hopsital’ after collecting about sixty paralysis ticks, so there is double depression in the Oostie family, I almost forgot about the elections…
Milo will be OK, who bloody cares about some silly politicians !
H (not G)
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Struth, Gez,
Sixty ! Bloody tough little JR doggy. Give him a warm bed, a big pat and some beef broth after the vets get him straight.
All the best to you all.
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Gez, just caught up with a friend from Dungog, who lost a working dog to ticks. His idea of unwinding was to race up the hill to chase Wallabies (like young Milo). This, no doubt, is where the attack occurred.
Commiserations.
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Presumably you’ve already checked each other out for ticks too. Don’t forget in the hair.
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And since we’re not being precious about my theatre review (and none of the Osage family would be), I can say – also – don’t forget those creases and moist places.
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And a lovely theatre review it is too. Give yourself a tick.
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I doubt I can afford the vet fees either, Voice.
But I’m sure that you’ll find the Westons of August: Osage County at least as surgical in spirit.
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