CREDITS
Writer - Kim Ho
Director - Saro Lusty-Cavallari
Producer - Imogen Gardam
Dramaturg - Carissa Lee
Cultural Consultant - Sermsah Bin Saad
Set Designer - Claudia Mirabello
Costume Designer - Carmody Nicol
Lighting Designer - Nicholas Moloney
Sound Designer - Gabriel Price
Stage Manager - Max Woods
Assistant Stage Manager - Brooke Simmonds
Stage Hand - Natalya Shield
Photography - Jack Dixon-Gunn
Publicist - Eleanor Howlett, Sassy Red PR
STARRING
Tamara Lee Bailey - Ash/Blakely/Daughter/Wombat Lady
Sermsah Bin Saad - Dem/Lasseter/Father/Pokie Machine/”Miranda”/Johann Ulrich Voss
Daniel Fischer - Eli/Coote/Son/Hiatus Brown
Sarah Fitzgerald - Cal/Unidentified Lasseter Explorer But NOT Mickey The Tracker/Mother
Jessa Koncic - Geb/Sutherland/The Fidgeter/Santa Clause
Scarlett Johansson - Patrick White Playwright Award Winning Playwright Kim Ho
Richard Watts - Himself
Saro Lusty-Cavallari as the Voices of Brett Sheehy, The Cast of the 1994 Telemovie Dead Heart and Patrick White
WRITER’S NOTE
I started this play with serious intent. Promise. I wanted to write a focused, well-made play, an Important Work that really Said Something about our Contemporary Moment.
When I stumbled on the true story of Lasseter’s Reef, I had the uncanny feeling I’d known the story my whole life. This story about pioneers searching for something that didn’t exist felt mythical, allegorical. It spoke to a truth about Australia, a truth I knew in my gut but couldn’t articulate.
I’d found my Great Australian Play. Then it all fell to shit.
While I was researching The Great Australian Play, my previous play, Mirror’s Edge, an earnest comedy-drama about cross-cultural encounters, won the Patrick White Playwright’s Award. My name was suddenly being associated with one of Australia’s greatest writers.
Soon after that, I discovered I had a family connection to the Lasseter story. My great grandfather was friends with Fred Blakeley, the leader of the expedition, and one of Lasseter’s original backers.
I also stumbled upon a galling but incredible review of Mirror’s Edge that accused me of presenting a romantic revision of Australia’s history, a sanitised version of the past that failed to implicate the perpetrators of colonial violence. Fuck.
I was stranded – writing this dumb colonial story in the shadow of a literary giant, with a blood connection to the expedition and an uncertainty over my approach to tackling historical subject matter. I felt complicit in the colonial mythmaking apparatus. My quest to find “creative gold” in the Lasseter legend mirrored the folly of the 1930 expedition.
So I decided to blow it all apart.
The result is a parasitic play, eating away at Australia’s colonial mythology from the inside out. I drafted and structured the work according to some subconscious understanding accrued from twenty-four years of living in “Australia”. I wrote from the gut and tried to put the ugliness that was largely absent from Mirror’s Edge front and centre. In a way, the two plays function as each other’s opposite: the first deeply hopeful and the second deeply scathing.
It is my hope that my Great Australian Play stops other playwrights from trying to write theirs. Or at least, that it creates some space to look our ugliness head on, together, and find new ways to make a better, fairer society.
My deepest gratitude to Raimondo Cortese, Jane Harrison, Sibyl Kempson, Patricia Cornelius and Morgan Rose who helped me develop the play during my time at the VCA; to Carissa Lee and Sermsah bin Saad for their dramaturgical support and consultation on protocol; to Montague Basement, the cast and crew for their tireless work learning batshit monologues, shovelling sand and realising my impossible stage directions; to my mum who hand-crafted a papier-mâché wombat mask for me; to my dad, the only man I know to make a quokka scowl; to my partner for reminding me there’s a world beyond the theatre scene; and to Patrick White, who articulated the “Great Australian Emptiness” with such ferocious eloquence and pulled my entire play into focus.
Thank you for supporting local independent theatre. I hope you find something in The Great Australian Play that resonates with you.
DIRECTOR’S NOTE
“To keep the promise of Australia for all Australians.”
This was Scott Morrison’s pitch to the country on why he should lead it. So what was the promise of Australia?
“I believe that Australia is a promise to everyone who has the great privilege to call themselves an Australian.”
Right…
Behind the governing philosophy of this country at the moment lies a vague platitude that when expanded upon reveals an even more convoluted and meaningless statement. What is Australia? Emptiness.
Growing up as aspiring artists in Australia is a very strange experience and it is this shared anxiety that probably unites me and Kim more than anything. The geopolitical equivalent of a backwater town; to be an Australian artist is to be caught between settling for mediocrity at home or abandoning who you are and heading for New York, Hollywood, London, Berlin, Tokyo etc. Some call it the cultural cringe, Patrick White - one of the few literary heavyweights Australia produced that doesn’t need the “for an Australian” qualifier after his achievements - described it as “the great Australian emptiness.” It’s hard not to want to pack it in and soak up the resources of countries where culture is appreciated by the public and the state. But of course this feels like a betrayal; when we fail to confront our present failings, let alone our historical ones, it’s too easy to abandon Australia’s cultural malaise when it desperately needs a jolt. An Australian artist has an inherently impossible job, they are required to warn against complacency when people are too complacent to notice.
So why is our culture doomed to such vagueness? Why do we cling on to a failed military campaign that was basically wholesale slaughter as our defining historical moment? Why do we refuse to give ground on a public holiday created in 1994 that deeply hurts so many? Why are we so resistant to an Australian mythology that has deeper roots and richer history?
Because we destroyed that history.
It is quite common now for artists to situate their practice as existing alongside the world's oldest storytellers; Aboriginal Australians. And it is true that we occupy the same space technically but to suggest that our western-derived storytelling can unproblematically coexist with - or is somehow continuous with - the traditional custodians of this land is naive. The great Australian stories; Captain Cook, The Convicts, Federation, The Gold Rush, Gallipoli are all predicated on colonisation, on violence, on dispossession. They did not add to a national mythology but forcefully wiped away the old one.
It may shock you to know that this play will not reconcile these tensions. We haven’t earned that. But maybe the great Australian story can be emptiness for now. The emptiness of colonialism’s concerted efforts at myth making, the emptiness of Scott Morrison’s ‘promise’ and the horrifying emptiness of a genocide’s aftermath. Until we can confront the violence this emptiness hides, our national story is just that. And if we tell that story loud enough then we can hope that it will one day be too uncomfortable to bear and a new story will emerge.
CAST & CREW
REVIEWS
“It does what independent theatre is best at… engaging, thought-provoking and fun.”
- Rober Reid, Witness Performance
“Ho has penned a brainstorming, barnstorming suite of firecracker scenes”
“This play is replete with examples of [Kim Ho’s] artistry and the sophisticated command he has over his very skilful writing. His imagination seems to know no bounds and his inventiveness is beguiling. His talent often exudes from the text evoking a dense and highly refined sense of cultural history. The project is simultaneously incredibly impressive and incredibly overwhelming.”
- Patricia Di Risio, Stage Whispers
“Takes a bite of our history and spits out something truly unique.”
- Anthony Kuiper, The Big Smoke
“Inspired… 4/5”
“Ho has the ability to shock, stir and provoke.”
“While Ho’s emerging theatrical ideas aren’t coherent in The Great Australian Play, it’s cause for some excitement that he’s having them.”
“I didn’t get it.”
- Sue-Ann Hess, Theatre People
“It’s an example of a writer seriously wrestling with the major lies at the heart of our nation.”
“There is enthusiasm in Ho's writing and he has clearly put in plenty of time and effort in creating this play”
- Myron My - My Melbourne Arts
“an epic transition from the dying days of the 19th century to 1930 to present day.”
- Kerry Batrouney - Theatre Travels
“Confused, self-indulgent and incoherent.”
- Kate Herbert - The Herald Sun
“Ties itself in knots trying to justify its own existence.”
SPECIAL THANKS
Malthouse
Victorian College of the Arts
Darcy Wischer
Raimondo Cortese
Jane Harrison
Sybil Kempson
Patricia Cornelius
Morgan Rose
Gabriel Lusty
Natalya Lusty