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With the disclaimer that I am not at all a stalker but merely an enthusiastic fangirl, I sometimes feel like in a way I’ve been lucky enough to ride along for the journey of the extraordinary talented men that are Jamie MacDowell and Tom Thum.
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The first thing I heard about this show? The beards. Strong men with full beards and tiny pants. The lumberjack-hipster loving creep in me was already pretty much sold on this element of the show alone.
Although said beards are a terribly pleasing attribute of Barbu, and as Google Translator taught me – also it’s namesake, I will confirm there’s far more to it.
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A dark room, hazy with smoke and flooded in red light. An eerie hum rumbling deeply and quietly, the warmth of the theatre accurately reflecting the pre-apocolyptic setting of the play.
A woman sits alone on a bench reading.
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And so it begins.
Another year, another festival season. Can’t you just feel it in the air?
It all started a few months ago…we saw those pink posters pasted upon the walls, the guide began to hit the doorsteps of our favourite city establishments, the box office took up residence in Rundle Mall and most exciting of all, the fence was erected around the fairylit wonderland which is the Garden of Unearthly Delights
It’s Fringe time baby. Strap yourself in.
Say goodbye to your liver, drain your bank account and dust off your dancing shoes.
Let’s get weird.
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Hi, my name is Steph and I’m a festivalholic. Sure, it doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, but it’s definitely a thing. After each festival season comes to a close in Adelaide I delve into a deep state of melancholy. I’m going to miss the bright stage lights, the excitement of the unknown and the constant, crippling fear of audience participation.
Do I really have to wait another entire year to experience it all again?
Not this year.
Club Swizzle has come to town.