Three other people crowded into the theatrical outpost that is the Zoo on the evening of the review – considerably less, it sounded, that those shrieking about at the box office just outside the door. And I think they were staff. Shame on you.
It did not detract from what appears to be a woefully overlooked show, at least when it is being theatrical and creative it is a woefully overlooked show. When there is a suggestion that the story is basically true and the whole thing is just a cathartic exercise for performer Deke Weaver, then it seems to be overly self-indulgent.
But let’s give him the benefit of the doubt. This one-man show is a mixture of road movie and autobiography. On one hand it concerns Weaver’s courtship and eventual marriage to his punk-rock singer girlfriend, on the other it is a Fear and Loathing-style Spirit Quest to find the soul of weird California.
Weaver basis his own experiences with women around Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage and illustrates this with classy looking segments of video as well as snippets of his ex-wife’s band playing.
It is also a slow examination of love, and how we can grow to love someone even if we don’t realise until it is too late. His delivery is measured and calming and his expertise as a storyteller is beyond question.
The Zoo, August 4-19
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