Spooks, Spoofs, and Splendid Sketches: Why ‘Nosebleeds’ is a Melbourne Fringe Must-See

Nosebleeds

Nosebleeds Rating

★★★★★

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As I walk down the laneway of Meyer Place, I arrive at a mysterious dark door, which unbeknownst to me, leads up two flights of stairs to the Improv Conspiracy Theatre, a destination for lovers and students of improvisational comedy in Melbourne.

I enter a dark, intimate theatre where smoke machines cast the room in an eerie-like glow, and where shiny red lights set the stage in a lurid setting, much like a Vintage B movie, about to take centerstage.

For what I am about to witness is anything but ordinary. It is a sketch theatre comedy called ‘Nosebleeds’, created by an extraordinarily funny team of veteran improvisers and comedians: Holly Bohmer, Mario Hannah, and Taylor Griffithsz This trio dare to take the bizarre vintage horror trope and milk it for all its worth. Who dare to peek behind the historic fright-night cliché, find its twisted elements, and transform them into fresh, inventive comedy gold. For this Melbourne Fringe favourite spoofs the historic elements of Vintage B horror – taking us onboard a hilarious 60-minute spook-fest with out-of-the-box characters, pulpy villains, arrogant witchy crones, and gruesome larger-than-life playacting.

The end result? A masterful, hilarious, thrill-ride of campy-like proportions. Vignettes-like scenes, among many to mention, that break-the-mould with tremendous portrayals of bizarre characters.

A seance-turned-screaming match between a bereaving British couple, who are clearly on twisted wavelengths.

A pious, puritanical pair, about to skinny dip in a lake but warned against its algae-like dangers by an old hunchback witch, played brilliantly by Taylor Griffiths, who also happens to delight them with the warnings of pre-marital sex, with an outrageous erotic performance finished with a throw-away line, ‘you must try before you buy’.

 

A delusional naval officer, hilariously played by Mario Hannah, who, after six years, comes back home and announces to his wife and child that he is engaged to a mermaid, who is simply a medium-sized fish, of which he is grossly enamoured with.

A gothic heroine in the form of a newly-arrived governess who outwits her murderous boss.

And last but not least, having us in stitches was the show’s interactive exorcist scene – with the enormously delightful show-stopping Holly Bohmer, flawlessly playing a Linda Blair role to the audience’s delight – complete with convulsive mouth movements with an ovulation egg, spasmodic sounds, and offerings of a feline-nature to a male audience member as a token of love.


In all, this show was the best I have seen at the Melbourne Fringe so far this year, and I would highly recommend it to anyone who loves great comedy with a warped, twisted sense of humour.

Kudos to the trio of Holly Bohmer, Taylor Griffiths and Mario Hannah; and director Matt Jenner for taking late-night improv comedy to new heights in Melbourne. For taking a simple-yet-effective approach to ‘vignette-style’ theatre-making with a static stage design, few costume changes (save for some well-intentioned props), and fantastic sound and lighting effects by Simon McCulloch.

Well-recommended for a night of great belly laughter, and out-of-the-park shenanigans!

To book tickets to Nosebleeds, please visit https://www.melbournefringe.com.au/whats-on/events/nosebleeds.

Photographer: Simon McCulloch & Mario Hannah

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Melancholia: When Tap Meets the Human Mind

Melancholia

Melancholia Rating

★★★★★

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Tap dancing, as a whole, would usually bring to mind a nostalgic air of old 1940’s Hollywood, featuring singers and dancers hoofing to high-energy numbers.

Other than Australian Dein Perry’s West End hit ‘Hot Show Shuffle’, and his hit film and show ‘Tap Dogs’ a few years later; I had not seen a contemporary tap show in a while.

So when I excitedly entered the black box theatre at Chapel Off Chapel to see ‘Melancholia’, by Studio Stocks, I knew I was in for a night of absolute, mesmerising entertainment. Mainly, because I knew that Garry Stocks’ contemporary tap production was not only going to deliver a night of high octane, high-energy tap, but is also known to have turned the art of tap on-its-head and inside-out. Taking this specialised dance form to a whole new realm: of thought-provoking entertainment for the modern age.

From the moment this show began, I was immersed by eight dancers slumbering onstage, dressed in beiges, whites, blacks and navy: embodying me in an immediate state of desolation. Encasing the audience in a chasm of moody music, while turbulent sounds strum. Having dancers moving in slow motion, as if locked under a stormy ocean’s currents. Where the mind of an audience can lay still, at least for a while, save for the steady rhythm of the music, and the mercurial lighting matching it.

As the show progressed, it weaved my thoughts in and through: an artstorm of emotional exploration. For each dance number explored the various ways mental health affects our mind. How sometimes, we must face challenging times in our lives, and work out ways to come out the other side.

 

In each tap dance sequence, Stocks successfully expresses these innovative concepts, by taking us on his own profound journey – through the eyes of a restless mind seeking solace. Scenes of dancers tumbling in tormented dreams. A mate-ship scene with Stocks trying to get through the physicality of work through his struggles. Even a show-stopping, heart-wrenching ballet sequence where Stocks exemplifies relationship grief, as he dances a dreamy pas-de-deux – yet the one he loves walks off stage, leaving him alone once again. Yet, straight after, he shows resilience by bonding with his group of friends. With them rallying around him – giving him hope and support. The support of community, that helps us all heal and find resilience when life gives us lemons.

Each of the company’s dancers are deserving of their own accolades, bringing their individual set of energies to this electrifying experience.

Bill Simpson brings a rough-ish, larrikin-style charm to his tap dancing, complete with brown rugged boots and high-octane shuffling, making him a joy to watch.

Claire Stubs brings an air of elegance to her dancing with fluid, graceful movements that pair beautifully with her unique tap style of sleek prowess.

Lucas Thompson, along with his excellent tapping, is certainly a performer to keep watch of, particularly as he has the fluidity and capacity to express the moods of every single dance sequence he appears in; with an air of extreme professionalism.

And finally, former ballerina Jane Wood, who, together with Garry Stocks, performed such touching choreography that it was simply breathtaking to witness. The fluidity of movement in and away from each other, the intertwining of two people so close yet so broken apart from one another, as if in different worlds. This sequence alone, exemplified the emotional toll of grief and how it weaves in and out of our lives. This moment elevated this production to another level completely, leaving the audience spellbound.

Simply said, Melancholia, conceived and directed by Garry Stocks, combined with the mesmerising lighting design by Sidney Younger, and a string of music makers, truly set the heart of the show ablaze – getting the audience to rise to their feet in rapturous applause. Making Melancholia’s opening night a resounding success.

If you are looking for a highly-energetic, rhythmic and forward-thinking tap experience that reaches emotional levels beyond the expected, then Melancholia is the show for you to see right now.

To book tickets to Melancholia, please visit https://www.garrystocks.com/melancholia-studio-stocks.

Photographer: Brodie James, Bill Simpson

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Dancing Through the Storm: Finding Light in Glimpses of Heaven

Glimpses of Heaven

Glimpses of Heaven Rating

★★★★★

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Upstairs in Motley Bauhaus’ cabaret room, I come upon a stage set as the aftermath of a torrential storm. A neglected apartment in shambles – with its occupant nowhere to be seen.

Open bottles of alcohol and soda cans lie half-hazardly across the floor. Fancy women’s clothing slumber in a supine position. So very unfitting, I wish to shake them clean and lift them off the dirty carpet.

The pièce de résistance? A pair of beige boots, stuck mischievously on top of one another on the side of a bookshelf with superglue. As if alive, ready to run amok – but have nowhere left to hide.

Yet above the disarray, progress is being made. Moving boxes are labelled. Rubbish bags are being filled. And within each effort to pack up this apartment, a quick-witted, playful young girl, Hannah, mills around, ushering us to a trip down memory-lane. Namely, the tumultuous experience her musician mother had struggling with addiction, and the complicated relationship they underwent to beat it into submission.

With captivating off-the-wall humour, cleverly directed by Damian Callinan, props are in fact used onstage with a mission – to reel us in further by unlocking Hannah’s personal memories of this deeply challenging time. A dusty Aria award statue is held up to the light not for reverence, but as a weapon of mass destruction – due to its sharp, pointy head. A single shoe is startingly transformed into an ashtray, complete with cigarette butts standing up inside of it – a brand-new work of art inspired by a female rock star, spiralling downwards.

 

But as the show progresses, and Hannah’s heartbreaking story unravels, one can see through the paradoxes of addiction: that two things can be true at the same time. Like a see-saw, memories can exist between tenderness and darkness. Little ditties can be sung on a guitar to settle nerves and balance heaviness. A Spice Girls dance can ground and steady us through the wobbles of confusion. The loving eyes of a mother can start to slip away and become unrecognisable to a daughter’s eyes, even though her heart is still pounding strongly.

That flying a little too close to the sun can bubble under the weight of pressure – of an unforgiving music industry ready to take its next victim.

Complexities aside, here is where I congratulate the shows writer and star, Mary-Agnes O’Loughlin. For not only providing a beautiful voice and graceful miming movements to bring this tale to life, but in honouring Hannah’s truth of a very headstrong girl having to deal with a mother experiencing life-threatening addictions.

Not by shutting it out. Nor by dodging it or avoiding it. But by dancing through its storms.

That for Hannah, fortitude was needed. This meant choosing to dance through the fire. Through the highs and the lows. Through bamboozlement and confusion. For the show’s star, Mary-Agnes O’Loughlin, speaks a different language of bravery – using rhythmic movement as a psychological coping mechanism – to let the ugliness of her mum’s addiction flow through her and be released. In order to see it as a seperate entity – to the unconditional love she has for her mum. Planting her at the centre of her mother’s recovery journey, even beyond the disease itself – helping save her life in the process.

In all, Glimpses of Heaven, weaves a beautifully balanced tale of how a mother’s love can affect our soul’s growth, through the good and bad. That each family have their own set of dynamics, even if not set by social norms. That a mother’s love, even mixed with complication, can still lead us forward: to the full experience of being human.

To book tickets to Glimpses of Heaven, please visit https://www.melbournefringe.com.au/whats-on/events/glimpses-of-heaven.

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When Life Gives You Grapes: An Existential Comedy

Ode To A Grape

Ode To A Grape Rating

★★★★★

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As I enter the Motley Bauhaus saloon-style pub in Carlton, I am infused with 1970’s nostalgia, bedecked with retro-style posters of shows-gone-by, and funky music beating in the background. Representing the liberated spirit of artistic creation, a barman serves drinks and food while his voice echoes over a loudspeaker, directing fringe-goers to their designated garret-style rooms to see their individual shows.

Speaking of the spirit of the Bauhaus, I enter up a staircase to tiny 25-seater wooden theatrette; surrounded by layers of exposed plaster and centuries-old brickwork. To the right and left of where I sit, are two barstools each flanked by bowls of green, purple and black grapes. A central theme of a show I am about to see called ‘Ode To A Grape’, the latter title celebrating the magical properties of a grape, a multi-purpose fruit that is not only sweet in nature, but can transform itself into a multitude of nutritional and eco-friendly benefits for the world-at-large.

In the middle of these two stools stands a red velvet draped curtain, parting ways for us to meet ‘Johann’, a angsty German-born existentialist with slicked-back hair. Starkly dressed in black with the peacock-ish air of socialist angst and radical views, Johann first expresses his passionate love for grapes, explaining how he has moved to his new hometown of Tīrau, New Zealand, where he seeks to fulfil his childhood dreams as a poetic artist.

In fact, tonight, we have come to Johann’s book launch of ‘Ode To A Grape’, his book of truly terrible poetry he tries to recite onstage for the very first time. Believing -that it is HE who was born to be a true poet of his time. That it is HE who is born to spread the word: about his oppressive upbringing in Germany and his love for grapes.

But instead, as time passes, Johann’s mind overtakes himself, and he starts ranting about the oppression of cows. His mind is going haywire. So much so, that I run into a confusion, asking myself – is this a show about sustainability? Of animal exploitation? Of terribly-made sandwiches being destroyed by harsh parenting causing inner child trauma?

 

Well, it is all of those actually, much to the audience’s delight. For this is where our night of satire begins.

For in between Johann’s preaching of grapes and cows, interruptions arise to foil his launch. An inner child that is split in two, torn between a sweet sounding Scottish voice positive about his poetic dreams versus that of an inner demon seeking to berate his over-inflated sense of confidence – to talk him out of sharing his woeful poetry with the world.

Starring Em Barrett, a native New Zealander, ‘Ode to A Grape’ is a cult-comedy, a call-to-arms about society-at-large, seen through the eyes of the bumbling Johann, one in which Barrett has perfected to the bone since 2022. For Barrett not only masters the German accent, but also the grandiose physicality of a tormented, angst-ridden male. One who is in denial of his deplorable poetic talents, which, as the show progresses, becomes incredibly funny.

One moment that brought the audience into the palm of Barrett’s hands was her clever use of a video depicting cows as gentle giants, as we see a video projection of a herd of cows behind a fence, listening to Johann’s partner, Nigel, playing the ukulele. It is here that Johann engages us in a mode of audience participation: a moo-ing sing-a-long of sorts; to help fight the affliction and the commodity of cows – to the audience’s delight.

This show is a must-see for fans of comedy, satire, and the spirit of Bauhaus. For shows that don’t exactly fit the mold, but engage us with raw, comedic undertones and imperfect scripting. A show where anything goes in the moment, one grape at a time.

To book tickets to Ode To A Grape, please visit https://www.melbournefringe.com.au/whats-on/events/ode-to-a-grape.

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