Let’s imagine you have a teenage son. He comes home one evening and says he has been to an ‘investigation into identity, relationships, loneliness, and political incorrectness’. You praise him. Later, you overhear him telling a friend he has just seen a woman stripping naked and pulling a red handkerchief out of her bottom, then reading out emails from lonely admirers and projecting photographs of their erect penises. ‘Wicked boy!’ you cry... ‘Lying boy!’ He is puzzled. ‘But, mum/dad, I was talking about the same thing.’
RHODA KOENIG, THE INDEPENDENT
ON MY STORIES, YOUR EMAILS
Wild Bore is a collection of found texts adapted from the canon of theatrical critique. It is our radical reinterpretation of Facebook arguments, comment threads, pull quotes, nasty tweets, and most importantly, bad bad reviews.
We have plenty of our own to draw from: post’s Oedipus Schmoedipus was almost universally panned in Sydney, Ursula Martinez’ My Stories Your Emails and Free Admission both received one star reviews and Adrienne Truscott’s A One-Trick Pony (Or Andy Kaufman Is a Feminist Performance Artist and I’m A Comedian) was lauded as a major disappointment after her previous successes.
Aside from an interrogation of our own flops, here are some other pieces of writing that have informed Wild Bore:
Frank Rich, NEW YORK TIMES (USA)
Moose Murders, A Brand Of Whodunit,
Rex Reed, NY OBSERVER (USA)
David Mamet’s ‘China Doll’ Is the Worst Play Since ‘Moose Murders’
Christopher Isherwood, THE NEW YORK TIMES (USA)
A Ride On The Irish Cream
Byron Bache, CRIKEY (AUS)
Jane Montgomery Griffiths, ARTSHUB (AUS)
What Women Critics Know That Men Don’t
Tim Walker, THE TELEGRAPH (UK)
The Spice Girls Musical, Viva Forever! Has Absolutely No Redeeming Features Whatsoever
Camilla Long, THE TIMES (UK)
Moonlight and Hidden Figures
And many more...
Any resemblance to critics, living or dead, is purely intentional.
Or is it?
With love and respect,
Zoë, Ursula & Adrienne
Creators of Wild Bore