A ONE WOMAN SHOW ABOUT CANNIBALISM AND ICECREAM
Written and performed by Lisa Chappell
at The Basement, Lower Greys Ave, Auckland
Until 24 Apr 2014
Reviewed by Kate Ward-Smythe, 9 Apr 2014
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Miss Chappell – what a ride: a hurly-burly, topsy-turvy, roller-coaster-through-a-haunted-house-at-high-speed ride. In terms of the demands on an actor's craft, in the hands of anyone less than brilliant and at the top of their game, this hour-long one-woman play would be too dense and complex for many to navigate. In the hands of Lisa Chappell, this self-penned multi-layered stream of consciousness exposé of the human condition is edgy and intriguing.
Regarding Lisa's play, I thought I had it all in check: we meet central character Deirdre – a woman living on her own grieving for her dead cat – then along come Roger and Carl (a couple I wouldn't recommend you have over for dinner), followed by Fred, her imaginary bro-friend; and Caroline, her text-book therapist.
One hell of a tale of macabre cannibalism and ice cream unravels, driven by themes such as isolationism, self-deprecation, internal turmoil, mental unrest and demons.
However, the arrival of Samantha and a hitherto unmentioned doctor, both in the dying minutes of the play, have me confused and unsure about what the core of the story is. I do know, in retrospect, that the flippant reference to her teacher at the top of the night is more poignant than all the other characters.
Director Christopher Stollery and Assistant Director Grae Burton set a cracking pace, with quirky physicality, life-lessons reinforced by body tattoos and reoccurring vocalisations — all of which greatly enhance Lisa's absurdist yet entertaining narrative.
The opening scene, as Lisa's central character Deirdre fidgets in the shadows and hovers in the edges of light, is fantastic: a wicked performance with Rainman-like movement. The laugh out loud dialogue, as Deirdre narrates the experience from the audience's perspective, plus a manic energy in Lisa's voice, is pitch-perfect and joyful to watch and listen to.
Did I enjoy it? Yes. Am I left slightly confused? Yes. Am I bothered? No. Would I recommend it to enthusiastic lovers of risk-taking mind-expanding theatre? Hell yes, absolutely.
Lisa Chappell not only shows once again that she is one of New Zealand's most watchable actors, with one of the most compelling voices heard in The Basement for a long time, she also reveals a playwright's fine intellect and an appetite to write out on a limb.
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By Clint Morris
Like a Leptospirosis-infested K-9 that’s had on too many drained longnecks thrown at it, Aussie thriller ‘’Coffin Rock’’ is primed to attack - and unlike a lot of similar-themed genre peers (*cough* "Prey" *cough*), it’s actually got the teeth to do it!
With a strong fright-fest bloodline behind-the-camera (Producer David Lightfoot was one of the “Wolf Creek” team; the Visual effects crew worked on such sublime genre efforts as “30 Days of Night” and “Black Water”) and a first-class local cast (Robert Taylor, Lisa Chappell, and Sam Parsonson) in front-of-the-Nikon, “Rock” was always going to entertain. But with a tight, effective and genuinely unnerving script by Rupert Glasson (“Teratoma”), its silver propped up to gold.
Jessie (Chappell) has been unable to conceive a child with her husband (Taylor), despite years of trying. In a desperate and drunken mistake, she sleeps with a young stranger, the mysterious Evan (Sam Parsonson). Determined to prove his paternity, Evan’s intentions soon become borderline-psychotic and the young woman finds herself at the centre of a psychological and brutally physical battle which she must win if she is to survive and have the family she longs for.
Taylor (“Rogue”, “The Matrix”) and Chappell are terrific (especially good to see Taylor playing an Aussie again, having donned a Yankee accent for a couple of high-priced Hollywood blockbusters of late), but its newcomer Sam Parsonson (who some will recognize as Dylan from cable hit “Love My Way”) as the film’s, well, ‘Glenn Close’, that truly impresses. Not only does the young actor mercifully master a believable Irish accent for the film, but he truly immerses himself in the role of the rickety, latently-schizophrenic desperado. It’s a very believable and frightening performance from Parsonson – one that’ll ultimately get him noticed by the higher powers. His turn makes up a good section of the glue that holds the thing together. The real star of the show though may be writer/director Rupert Glasson, who’s come up with a very entertaining, and very tense thriller that’ll make you think twice about dipping your pen in another’s ink.
It’s not exactly brimming with fresh plot, but Glasson’s deft hand makes you feel like it is. And there are moments in the film that won’t just have you on the edge of your seat (the ‘Joey’ scene; the ‘Handbrake’ scene; the ‘Phone-Bashing’ scene) but likely see you getting to know your pillow a whole lot better. In some respects, it’s an even more frightening film than “Wolf Creek”.
Okay yes, “Coffin Rock” is flawed, and of course you can pick holes in the script, but if you’re prepared to switch off, go with it, and just enjoy the ride… you’ll be treated to what’s possibly the most unnerving Australian thriller since ‘’Dead Calm’’.
Source: Moviehole
New horror flick keeps wolf from the door
October 13, 2009 12:01am
PRODUCER David Lightfoot's latest SA-made horror film, Coffin Rock, premiered at the Piccadilly Cinemas last night, four years after Wolf Creek.
Wolf Creek, a $1.4 million movie, went on to take more than $30 million at the box office internationally.
"We designed Coffin Rock the same way," Lightfoot said.
"But (with Wolf Creek) that was such great timing and such an in-your-face film the world went nuts.
"It's the same strategy with this - it's a commercial film with wide appeal."
Coffin Rock has already been sold to 30 countries around the world, and Lightfoot said it was not far off making a profit even before its Australian cinema release on October 22.
Empire magazine awarded it four stars in its latest issue, calling it "exciting and scary . . . a textbook low-budget thriller."
The $2 million film has echoes of Fatal Attraction meets Cape Fear , and stars Lisa Chappell (McLeod's Daughters) and Rob Taylor (The Matrix) as a childless couple who desperately want a baby. Sam Parsonson (Love My Way) plays an obsessed stalker.
Lightfoot said staging car stunts on a low budget required learning how they did it back in the old days.
"We talked to the guys who did Mad Max about how they pulled off those stunts and realised everybody's forgotten those things but we can still do them," he said.
Chappell, better known as Claire McLeod, said she relished the chance to make her first feature in Australia. She currently lives in New Zealand. "I loved it – it felt like coming home," she said.
Writer-director Rupert Glasson said he originally wrote Coffin Rock as a gore-filled monster movie, but said it had evolved into something much more complex. "When we moved the story into the real world it became a lot more interesting and emotionally real."
Glasson said he was already working on a follow-up feature about a bank heist.
Coffin Rock will also screen this week at the Pusan International Film Festival in Korea.
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Coffin Rock
Strong story in search of a genre
- October 24, 2009
COFFIN Rock is a new Australian film that seems uncertain as to what it wants to be.
It's being marketed as a horror thriller, but only near the end does it tilt in that direction, and that's when it's least successful. Evocatively filmed near Cape Jaffa and Thompson Beach in
South Australia, the film mainly deals with the problems of a couple who are trying, without success, to have a child.
The establishing scenes strongly convey this small community in winter; the fishermen at work, the retail establishments that service them, and the world of Jessie (Lisa Chappell), who seems to
be some kind of marine biologist. She lives with her fisherman husband, Rob (Robert Taylor), and they seem happy except for the fact that Jessie can't get pregnant.
It's while visiting an IVF clinic in the city that Jessie is spotted by Evan (Sam Parsonson), an itinerant Irishman doing temp work behind the reception desk. He tracks them down to their
beachside home, gets a job locally, finds lodging in a caravan, and impresses Jessie with his apparent devotion to an abandoned joey he's found.
Jessie, after a particularly bitter, drunken row with Rob, even lets her guard down to the extent that she allows Evan to have sex with her, though she instantly regrets it and sends him away
almost before the act is completed. This brief, drunken fling, not surprisingly, results in pregnancy. Rob, assuming he's the father, is delighted but poor Jessie is understandably
conflicted.
To add to her woes, Evan, as the audience has long suspected, is as mad as a hatter, which leads to some protracted and mildly suspenseful scenes once his true intentions are revealed.
Writer-director Rupert Glasson takes care in establishing the characters and setting, and as a result the early scenes, handled realistically and intelligently, are far stronger than the
denouement, where subtlety goes out the window. The film fails to satisfy as a relationship drama or a horror flick.
Performances are generally strong, with Taylor and Chappell particularly convincing as the couple. It's a pity they weren't given a stronger screenplay to work with, but there's strong support
from stalwarts such as Terry Camilleri, Geoff Morrell and Jodie Dry.
Source: The Australian
Stalked by a psychopath in Coffin Rock
By Derek Malcolm, Evening Standard 23.10.09
In this Australian version of Fatal Attraction, Lisa Chappell plays a wife who is unable to conceive with her husband but becomes pregnant after a drunken tryst with a young Irishman (Sam Parsonson).
He turns out to be a psychopath who mercilessly stalks her, claiming the child as his own.
What should she do? She daren't tell her husband (Robert Taylor) and can't get rid of her stalker.
Robert Glasson's film is well-shot and directed, and more than decently acted. As a genre movie, it suffices.
As anything better - a psychological thriller, for instance - it falls short of full enjoyment.
Source: thisislondon.co.uk