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Pounding heat of the Stables Theatre leaves nothing for the warm sprinkling rain outside the wine and beer. Or even that of the walk up Williams Street into the Cross. Either way, a sold out performance and a smooth walk into the reservations pulls out tickets for The Peach Season.
All over the walls, scripts and scrawls featuring any number of notes on peaches and the seasonal picking practice. Slow to start, the mood is of desperation, a sudden departure from the safe. Looking at the outsiders, the arrival of new quick picking blood does the usual stir of things.
Naturally being of a serious drama, the laughs from the older set are harder to understand. Senility or just picking up on different cues and interpreting another angle to lines in the script by Debra Oswald?
Either way, tight as it is, the length of the show proves to be a hard thing to fight against. Decidedly as it is, the whole exploration of the inner self and inner strength rings loudly through the night's performance.
Thursday, 16 March 2006 - 12:00
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