Reviews of Dropped @ Adelaide Fringe

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★★★★½  Lucy Haas  in GREAT SCOTT

Two soldiers wait in a room covered in camouflage gear. Outside is mostly rubble and the horizon. Dark things lurk unmentionable in the past and the future, and they’ve run out of vodka. Something like snow falls intermittently with a dull roar. Theatre like this – heightened, surreal, absurd – can be utterly wonderful or utterly abstruse, with little middle ground. The further a world or a setting is abstracted from the one we’re familiar with, the harder the production needs to work to maintain our connection to it. When it doesn’t work, it’s dire. When it does work – and Dropped unquestionably works – it’s transcendental. We’re firmly locked on the characters, the push-and-pull of their relationship, the practicalities of their situation. But the curious, not-quite-natural language, the strangeness of set and setting, and the myriad underlying tensions create deeper resonances above and below the simple traffic of the stage.Plays like this live and die in the spaces between what we’re told and what we experience. Gaps in exposition and explanation are left quite deliberately to be occupied by the monsters in our own basements. The resonances are going to be different for every member of the audience, whether that’s the way the play deals with motherhood, war, the future, the military, gender, relationships, children, memory, history. This kind of work doesn’t present answers – or even questions in any conventional sense. It simply evokes, and trusts the dust (or the snow) to settle on its audience in whatever pattern suits their own internal landscape. (It goes without saying that all this is only made possible by the immense skill of the actors and the director.)This is also what theatre is best for. Something in the quality of a live performance – the interaction of shared space, the presence of the performers, the tangibility of set and sound and light – is absolutely essential to that curious sense of suspension, significance, transcendence. Dropped is the kind of show that will remind you why we still go to the theatre in an age where cinema, television and all the wonders of the internet all compete so fiercely for our attention.

Samela Harris – The Barefoot Review

There in the White Queen are two female soldiers in desert cam fatigues, holed up in a bunker draped in sandy-coloured camouflage netting. It’s quite a scene, made even more dramatic when, in a great whirring burst, sleety snow gusts out of a vent. On a hot night on the Fringe, it’s surprising how the stuff lies about on the stage. The incongruity of the snow is one of the things one contemplates when experiencing this offbeat theatre piece by Katy Warner. It is like Waiting for Godot meets the War in Iraq. The two soldiers are just passing the time, stranded somewhere, nowhere in a war zone That’s all there is to do. Get on with the waiting. Talk the same talk. Play an imagination game – or not. Pretend they have some vodka. Argue about what’s in the rubble. Reflect on the business of killing, on rotting
flesh, the survival of a baby. They are afraid, exhausted, fatalistic, perhaps losing the battle to stay sane. They are PTSD in the making. Adelaide actors Suzannah Kennett Lister and Sarah Cullinan are directed by David McVicar in this tight little production. They establish character and sustain tension. Despite the heat in the White Queen, the play and the good performances take ownership of the audience. It is a relevant, meaty, interesting think piece, a credit to the Fringe.