Perhaps it was the nature of the show we were about to watch, but, as we sipped our wine, the conversation between us became very philosophical. We reflected on the dark and twisty paths of our respective pasts and shared our own stories of loss, to varying interpretations of the word.
So, when we sat down to watch Amanda Santuccione tell her story, I suppose, the mood had already been set.
This show was not polished, it was not perfect and it had a tendency to put it’s audience in an uncomfortable space, emotionally speaking. Though, this is what I so enjoyed about it. It’s real and Santuccione's story is incredibly relatable.
As Santuccione spoke to us, it felt inherently unrehearsed. As though it was just us and her, shooting the shit over a beer. I enjoyed her use of music and spoken word poetry to punctuate moments of heightened emotion, and her naturally integrated humour lightened the mood when we needed the pressure released.
There were notable technical issues, which I thought Santuccione handled effortlessly, although I do think her transitions need a little more work. I didn't think the scrappy nature of her show took away from the raw emotion of it all. In a way, it made things more human.
Mental health is something we don’t talk about as a society, allowing it to gain strength in its darkness. Shedding light on such a hidden topic takes bravery and I sincerely applaud Santuccione for offering her voice as a catalyst for all those suffering in silence.
If you’re into expertly produced and polished Fringe shows, this might not be the one for you. However, if you enjoy art that challenges you or takes you on an emotional journey, go check out Twenty Minutes to Nine.
When: 28th Feb - 3rd March (7:15pm)
Duration: 50 minutes
Tickets: $15 - $20 here
Star rating: 3.5 out of 5
Header image via Adelaide Fringe