Sydney Reviews

Apparently, hens like having their ovaries tickled. Bill, a baby boomer hobby farmer preoccupied with raising chickens saw it on You Tube. You gotta egg them on to egg them on.

Bill and his wife, Marian, a retired social worker struggling to put her stressful career behind her, are enjoying their retirement nest egg with their failed to leave the nest daughter, Brianna, who has dropped out of law school to pursue her passion for truth and justice as an online journalist.

Safe in the bosom and bounty of boomer security, Bri can focus on all that is wrong with her parents generation, largely the mess they have created regarding the environment and the issue of homelessness.

She embarks on mission to expose Sando, a local councillor with a shady past, and finds a surprising ally in local misfit Micky who is on a personal vendetta to get Sando who she suspects is involved in a cold case murder.

Improper property deals and the spectre of paedophilia are at the crux of Get Sando, written and directed by Claire Heywood, a play that pivots on inter-generational war, venal cover up and the dogged pursuit of justice.

Over didactic in its writing which tends drags the drama down, the play nevertheless contains a quiver of zingers whose arrowheads, launched from opposing high moral ground hit consistent bullseyes.

Mark Lee is relaxed as a brooding hen as Bill, in contrast to his doubling as Sando, the vile, unctuous and corrupt local pollie.

Di Smith as Marian is haunted by choices of the past, ethical estuaries left unchartered as tributaries of truth whilst showing no admirable attributes when doubling as Sando’s scheming henchwench campaign director.

Emily Sinclair is brattily brittle as Brianna while Susan Ling Young as Micky, foster home abuse survivor shoulders an enormous weight of exposition.

Plucked from contemporary concerns, feathered with inherent hypocrisy, nesting in moral outrage, Get Sando is focused on foiling the foul and fondling the fowl.