Last night (on strong recommendation from my favourite middle sister) I went to see Donna and Damo, the brainchild of Sarah Collins and Justin Kennedy. Now i can safely say that this show will cause you to guffaw so horrendously, it becomes impossible to close your lips over your teeth, and you need to use both hands to prevent large amounts of spittle from shooting toward fellow audience members’ hair, or, if you are in the front row as i was, the stars of the show.
Several times our noble actors needed to gracefully pause as the audience got their ya ya’s out. Both Collins’ and Kennedy’s ability to morph from (for example) a dorky bogan telemarketer to a classic suburban (hawthorn east) housewife, or a Oscars-obsessed blogger to an asexual pro bono proofreader. Timing was excellent and superb use of an old school overhead projector made me well up a little bit, and tied the duo’s piece together with fun loving finesse. The story itself is as sweet as sweet can be, and reminds us that dorky happy sexless love is still love, and who doesn’t love love?
Check out the show – it’s on until the 17th April at BlackBox Theatre.
