Tales of King Arthur

Friday, 13 March 2009

I've been seeing shows on and off at WAAPA for the better part of a year now - ever since I discovered their Performance Program - but tonight was the first time I got a chance to be part of the audience at their Amphitheatre, an outdoor location close to the main studios and Building 1.

The saliva-inducing scent of a fundraising sausage sizzle drew the medium sized crowd to the location and the seating was most definitely on the casual side, blankets and throws to soften the functional sitting areas and tickets unreserved.

Cane hoops sturdily bound together served as a backdrop for the stage and they were scored here and there with fairy lights, cloth and pulleys. An open floor was the stage and found objects like modified garbage bins were turned over and reused to transform between the stone which held Arthur's sword to thrones and lookout points.

The legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table have fascinated scholars and the public alike for generations with their tales of gallantry and romance; trials, sacrifice and reward and at the centre of it all the doomed love triangle between Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot.

This production however, did not hold to the Middle Ages conceit of castles and courtly refinement, the actors were in a much coarser garb, almost Stone Age - with wild hair and bare chests for the boys and neutral dresses and heavy eye shadow for the girls.

Various roles were co-opted throughout the show; Merlin was played by no less than four different actors, his cape passed on and signifying his new incarnation Doctor Who-like; and various Knights of the Round Table also became opposing evil knights, kings or demons.

A character that I have not seen extensively in many representations of King Arthur was that of Kay, Arthur's often bossy older brother, a preening fop of a man played by Reece Budin who provided a lot of the comedy for the production.

Jamie Ward as Arthur was scrappy and keen - the King as a hormonally charged teenager; Luana Farina was pretty as the dutiful but secretly torn Guinevere, and Benjamin Hoetjes impressed the crowd not just with his fire-breathing skills (take that dragon!) but with his rough hewn romance and sensitivity in the role guilt-ridden Lancelot.

One of the funniest aspects of the show was the random use of regional accents. There was even a note in the program to allay the confusion with the caveat that "some accents are used to indicate a character's traits rather than region". I guess that explains the thick Russian burr that Morgana Le Fey sported and then lost!

A fun show, exuberant and well-told.