An
illuminating MusicalTalk discussion on the state of musicals down under between
Nick "The Guv’nor" Hutson and two antipodeans, Luisa Lyons and Maryann Wright. Even more
illumination from this excellent article.
During the
discussion mention is made of the hit show Keating! the Musical based on the
political career of the former Prime Minster, Paul Keating. This has played
successfully all across Australia but raises the question: could this show work elsewhere?
Now I’m not
normally a fan of exclamation mark musicals and, when it comes to Aussie
politics, I’m as dumb as a galah. But I happened to catch this show a few years
back in the beautiful city of Adelaide ("Go Crows") and had a heaps good time. So how could a politically-ignorant pom
enjoy Keating! and could the show travel?
Well, much
of it would. Really the aim is to be funny and, as always, funny songs need
funny ideas. So re-staging Prime Minister’s Question Time as a rap contest is
pretty funny in any language, even if you don’t know who John Hewson is or get
all the references to General Services Tax:
Of course,
this being Aussie politics, the punch lines are verbatim. Can’t
imagine David Cameron dispatching that from the Dispatch Box.
There are
more funnies from the rest of the show including that good ol’ standard: men
dressing up as women (it’s an all-male cast). “Freaky” is a difficult song to
describe but if you imagine William Haig in suspenders singing like a
frustrated lush, you’ll get the drift. Even better is the romantic ballad “Heavens,Mr. Evans” about an affair between two members on the opposite sides of party
politics:
HE:
My heart’s in peril, Cheryl
Loving you so much
SHE:
Heavens, Mr. Evans
How I tingle at your touch
BOTH:
We’re equally enamoured but differently aligned
HE:
And also, aren’t you married?
SHE:
Yes I am.
HE:
As am I.
BOTH:
Never mind!
As far as there is a political point to the show I’d say it was a more general one about political personalities. Arriving inbetween the instinctive populism of Bob Hawkes and the manufactured mateship of John Howard, Keating is presented as vain, elitist, mercurial and frankly downright un-Australian; the blip of an authentic radical to enliven the familiar political pulse. It’s a wonder he ever became Prime Minister. “Light on a Hill” has him mixing mockery with melancholy against a thoughtless kind of reactionism:
So there’s a lot to love in this show and plenty that would translate:
HE:
My heart’s in peril, Cheryl
Loving you so much
SHE:
Heavens, Mr. Evans
How I tingle at your touch
BOTH:
We’re equally enamoured but differently aligned
HE:
And also, aren’t you married?
SHE:
Yes I am.
HE:
As am I.
BOTH:
Never mind!
As far as there is a political point to the show I’d say it was a more general one about political personalities. Arriving inbetween the instinctive populism of Bob Hawkes and the manufactured mateship of John Howard, Keating is presented as vain, elitist, mercurial and frankly downright un-Australian; the blip of an authentic radical to enliven the familiar political pulse. It’s a wonder he ever became Prime Minister. “Light on a Hill” has him mixing mockery with melancholy against a thoughtless kind of reactionism:
"Bring us back our comfy bloody country
Take us back to simple days of yore
Nothing alien or scary
La-de-da or airy fairy
Just put it back the way it was before"
Take us back to simple days of yore
Nothing alien or scary
La-de-da or airy fairy
Just put it back the way it was before"
So there’s a lot to love in this show and plenty that would translate:
1. The songs are very well crafted.
2. It’s more funny than political.
3. Men dressed as women.
On the
other hand:
4. Of course laughter is infectious and
one clueless pom can happily enjoy the show amongst an audience who get all the
jokes. A whole audience of poms would be a different thing.
5. There would be no way to market the
thing to a non-Aussie audience.
So I can’t
see this show joining fine wine and Clive James on the list of great Australian exports. That's a shame. At least we can console ourselves with the shiraz.
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