There's the wonderful Sydney winter. It has been quite cool this year, light wooly jumper weather. I've enjoyed that, but it seems to be over already. It's warm today (20C) and we saw several girls in summer frocks in Newtown.
And then there's the play at Sydney Theatre that we didn't enjoy - every year there's one. This year it was Embers. It's a play that was written after the playwright spent thousands of hours interviewing people who had been affected by the Victorian bushfires in 2003. It's an ensemble piece, with seven actors taking a couple of dozen parts between them, signified in most cases by changing a shirt. I feel unAustralian just saying this, but I didn't think it was very good. I felt preached at, I was bored sometimes, and I hardly ever felt like I really cared about what I was seeing. I think there were two reasons for this: firstly, the acting was uneven - some actors took their characters and became them for a few minutes, even approaching the spell-binding, while others never seemed to really 'get' most of their characters and a couple were actually irritating in every role. But even the greatest actors struggle with a poor script, and I think this script needed more work. I think that it all lacked significance - apart from an emotional catharsis. Sandra's comment was "It was drama as therapy". I felt like asking 'Why are you telling me this? What do you want me to feel or do?"
But we've had a swim and we've been to the button shop (such a joy!) because I'm almost finished the sideways garter stitch jacket and Sandra's finished a Jo Sharp jacket. And now we're kicking back on a Saturday afternoon.