Dear
Diary
Reviewed by Lee Bemrose
Andi Snelling's
one woman show Dear Diary has been doing well at various arts
festivals since Melbourne Fringe last year, and seeing her opening
night performance at The Butterfly Club, it's easy to understand why.
Andi is a thoroughly engaging comic actor and story-teller with quite
a superb singing voice. Yes, there are songs because this is kind of
like a cabaret show, where The Person On Stage tells stories, sings
and dances and does whatever fun stuff takes their fancy.
In
Dear Diary, the schtick is that TPOS is telling the story of the last
24 years of her life via actual diary entries. Yep, she's kept a
diary since she was, I think, nine years old. The child is there, the
young teen is there, the blossoming older teen and the adult, they
are all there.
From the outset, as Andi emerges from her
suitcase, her physical performance is striking, slightly weird and
comically quite superb. The audience is hooked long before she has
uttered a word.
Hearing the personal thoughts of the
performer at various ages is funny in that they are the universal
voices of people of those stages of growth, but in the background
there are more existential things to ponder; the nature of growth and
aging and the idea that were are all basically living stories, but
will anyone but our own selves ever know the complete story? The
suitcases within suitcases put me in mind of those Russian dolls, and
how we are in a way layers of ourselves through our whole lives.
There was also a nice play on the tree falling in a forest idea that
raised the very relevant question of why, exactly, diarists write
diaries. Who are we writing for? If no one else reads these so very
private musings, do they exist? Do we exist? Did we exist?
This
is all stuff that is sparked during the show, but you don't really
think about until after the show, because during the show there is
much too much to be enjoyed on a lighter level. The list of birthday
presents the young teen has scored, the snogs the older teen has
scored on her adventures overseas, first sexual encounters... all
authentic and funny and, yeah, nostalgic.
As well as an
accomplished actor and voice-over professional, Andi is obviously a
trained dance performer. I wasn't expecting so much physicality in
such a show, but her physicality is simply a delight to
watch.
There's a section called Guest Diary that may or may
not involve a level of audience participation. I was both cynical and
disappointed by this section. Once you realise what it's all about
you will probably wish, like my group did, that it had been more
fully utilised. If genuine, it could have been a longer segment of
the show. As it was, this section with its lengthy introduction,
seemed like filler.
One opinion that my plus one, The Dreaded
One, had was that the show seemed a little self-indulgent. I dunno.
Isn't cabaret, by definition, self-indulgent? Certainly a diary is
self indulgent, so a cabaret-type show about a diary... well der
The Dread One. Certainly this has obviously crossed the mind of The
Person On Stage, because she took the wind out of those sails with a
pretty damned funny re-working of the Carly Simon classic You're So
Vain.
The very real, adult Andi Snelling appears to have much
creative success. But a few Russian doll layers back, according to her diary,
there was bad personal stuff going on. She shared this with us too. I
had mixed feelings here too, coming away thinking that it was all
just a showcase of her talent.
Which luckily for us, she has
bucketloads of.
At The Butterfly Club, Carson Place Melbourne until June 5