Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Nigel Jamieson’s Gallipoli begins, appropriately enough, with a drill. The massed company, 35 actors strong, enter in khaki and stand crisply before us. A sergeant shouts them through their formal paces—standing at attention, bringing rifles to bear, presenting arms. Like all of the physical sequences throughout Gallipoli (movement director Gavin Robbins), this is a well-executed performance, a fine demonstration of the skills and commitment of the STC actors company augmented by the third-year actors from NIDA. They begin to march offstage, and immediately the dying begins.
Read the rest of my review of Gallipoli, published in the print and online editions of RealTime #87, here.