Review by Steve Bennett

But this brash, rugged Aussie has more than the storm to contend with. Also stuck in this isolated hellhole is thrust the shrill Lily-Anne, a self-absorbed conservative Middle American whose religious fervour is matched only by her zeal for pyramid-selling overpriced and unnecessary cosmetic products. It’s obvious these two opposing women don’t stray much from their national stereotypes – but in times of crisis, who will win out?

That’s the set-up for Amelia Jane Hunter’s claustrophobic one-woman comedy-drama, in which she alternates between the two characters with some clumsiness. There’s surely only so many times people can find flimsy excuses to pop out back to avoid each other before it becomes farcical.

But her portrayal of the psychological combatants is faultless. She’s a talented actress able to convincingly inhabit both roles with the minimum of physical clues to distinguish them. Her strong performance and ability to include the audience into the show ensures the drama is never less than watchable.

The writing, however, is not so strong, and the over-long script gets stuck in something of a rut once the tension is established, which isn’t helped by the fact that the character s are essentially broad caricatures, no matter how well Hunter’s strong performance fleshes them out.

There are laughs to be had, and they all emerge naturally from the women’s extreme personalities, as Lily-Anne gets over-precious, or Evelyn gets over-drunk. But the comedy is decidedly secondary to the drama, and when that runs out of steam the energy flags.

But as a showcase for Hunter’s acting talents, Roadhouse is a triumph.

Reviewed by: Steve Bennett
May 2006

Review date: 1 Jan 2011
Reviewed by: Steve Bennett