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\ a i i i | | i | i Introduction “Matt Cameron ‘nmany ways the published play defies theese ephemeral ate ‘of theatre. 1 huppen to suber tothe notion that a pay is only ever ‘wy finished when te playwright is dead. Heoce, foritousy, Fave ‘ontinved oaks withthe ex of Ruby Moon ad now, mock tomy pernckey reli, here is the new version developed courtesy of Aidan Feaesss stunning production for Playbox and Neonbeart. The cxiginally published txt contained, to my chagrin, several sequences ‘wish wer removed or improved incehearsals, reviews and subsequent performances. However, despite these initial script laws, 1 was txtemely fortunate to ave he ply elise is Fst incarnation by talented team of artists collaborating at the peak of theirconsidertle powers and owe them alla debt of graitode ‘Rudy Moon i a story about litle gil who sts off wo vist her grandma, joe lke fairytale, bat never ave. Th eld randomly {aken fr one dst isan ll-too-common tragedy which theatens us ‘na deeply primal way.Imocene is corte and our world is dior, ‘with even the benign readred ominous. This pay is acutely theatrical in its conceit and set inthe fedonal Plaing Tree Grove, a slice of David Lynch suburbia where ada underelly ks beneath andy, picture-perfect vener. “grew up in he suburbs of Melbourne smog rows of anonymous and homogenous houses, a place precariously pleased with ise, a tne of slow summer days etched wit the echo of Me Whippy's ce seam van, of ret file wit hildren enchanted by the earion eal ‘of "Greensioeves. Mr Whippy was sabubias Pied por, ceawing by in typnotcally sinister slow motion. Even if you didnt have coins in your pocket you'd run after him inthe hope ef a benevolent miracle ‘Mosly you ended up watching smug children lick ther ie-treams. ‘Bur even the watching Was an eventvi MATT CAMERON Ie was a wor where neighbours dutifully waved bat hid no iden ‘who eachother really was oF wha Went oo over the fence, behind the curtains, For that is the ingenious deceit of suburb: that proximity als intimacy,raterniy, community The suburbs can be avery lonely place, their great mytabeing that by hung ogee we areineretly safe, Butihe darker recesses of human ature have never operaedona _Beogrphic principe Parents ee now necessarily more vigilant abd suspicious but my ‘wn childhood fl ike the last of thos trusting dys of yor, when front doors were left unlocked, when the ene neighbourhood was your backyard. There was butane previling rule be home whe the street lights come on. And te instant we beard the teltale buzz of overhead lamps fickering into action the sets bosame «blur of children seurying towards the warm plow of heme, Sometimes afer ‘rk he neighbourhoed woold eco withthe sound of parents voices

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