Indulging in life’s superficialities on a week night, with a glass of red wine and company from hopeless house-mates, is a form of dim relaxation taken for granted by Australia’s masses. Being confronted by a pizza delivery man revealing the world’s end to you and the pathetic group of people you live with isn’t really how most nights unfold, and so what do you do? What happens next?
“Starry Comet Night” investigates that notion through a series of frenzied events, all taking place in a small Sydney share-house. Cars are exploding outside, a house-mate has been shot yet manages to contribute the wittiest lines in every conversation, and a sense of light panic plagues the group as they are faced with this new information. This play is not one lined with heaviness and philosophical burdens, but rather displays a humourous depiction of its character’s immediate psychotic ramblings, religious rubbish, and constant disagreements.
Although at times the lines appeared to be overhearsed, and the actors stumbled across a few of them, “Starry Comet Night” is just the kind of light performance which can be enjoyed by all.
Performed in The Factory Theatre’s intimate Boiler Room, the audience are almost placed within the set of the play itself, and some may even begin to question the existence of a new dawn, rather choosing to spite the smugness of the universe as it should be.
