So there we were, six months later, waiting for the start of a COVID-delayed Wharf Review . . . the very last Wharf Review, in fact.
After 20 years Jonathan Biggins and the gang have decided to pull the plug on what must surely be the wittiest, funniest, theatrical send up ever of local and world affairs.
Talk about funny.
Sad, though, that we won’t get to see them again — at least not in this context.
But there you have it and there we sat, grey hair, masks in place, arranging and rearranging masks as glasses started to fog up, the size of the audience reduced to 75 per cent (though I’m not sure what impact this actually had).
I’ve lost count of the number of times we have seen the Review over the years.
Some have been better than others, but that goes with the territory.
Personally, I didn’t find the 2019 review that funny. Witty yes, but not LOL, rolling around on the ground hilarious.
One way or another, it’s always been the one we’ve looked forward to most on our yearly theatre calendar.
The revue has become something of an institution in Sydney town
For the last hurrah, they’d gotten the A team back together — Biggins, Forsythe and Scott, and Mandy “At Home with Julia” Bishop.
This year’s performance which had been slated for August in our neck of the woods, was subtitled Good Night and Good Luck.
The sets and props may have been noticeably threadbare, but the one liners flew quicker than the credits from a docked cruise line.
Highlights included The Jobseekers, built on Georgie Girl and The Seekers; Two Viruses, with Biggins and Scott bumping infectiously around stage; and a beaming Jacinda Ardern, determined to raise the living standards of indigenous people by lowering those of everyone else.