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Wild Bore at the Malthouse deserves bums on seats
Reviewing a show about reviews is a very intimidating task, and Wild Bore takes no prisoners. Written and performed by Zoe Coombs-Marr, Ursula Martinez and Adrienne Truscott, it delves into the truly awful, nasty and (occasionally) downright incomprehensible critiques of their own and others work. Before the show even begins, they have broken the first unspoken rule of creating art – never read your reviews. They continue to smash your expectations of what art should and could look like from there, baring their bums and so much more.
Ursula Martinez , Zoe Coombs Marr and Adrienne Truscott
It should be said that if you are a casual theatre-goer looking for a pleasant night out, this is not the show for you. Aside from a level of nudity that may turn some off, and the crude humour that goes with it, there is also the fact that this is essentially a show about the academic side of theatre – if you've never heard the word "dramaturgy" before, you might want someone to define it for you first. It questions the role and necessity of critics in theatre, and how as women working in patriarchal structures inherent within the arts (as in all industries), they are up against traditions that don't always have room for female voices. Then, with the addition of a fourth performer, all that is thrown into question again.
Wild Bore is a collection of puzzle pieces that just keep on moving out of place – images are repeated and warped, and then repeated and warped again. Working with a script based almost entirely off reviews that have been written about their work, Coombs-Marr, Martinez and Truscott have an abundance of material which allows them to examine the conventions of theatre and reviews, before tearing them to shreds. Wild Bore is meta-theatrical to the nth degree, self-reflexive and self-aware. The experience of sitting in the audience as a reviewer in Wild Bore is like standing between two mirrors and gazing at infinite reflections.
Wild Bore is not a show for everyone, but it is a show for those who like bums, or like dramaturgy, or the intersection of people who like both.