The defining characteristic of this production lies in the irony of its title: as a production, it was very much not everything now, but many things to perhaps come.  In other words, Bain’s production (which he also wrote and designed) seems very unfinished; there’s noticeable potential in both theme and form, but on nearly every score I felt that that potential had not been realized by opening night.

Thematically, the play treats the fallout from our cultural acceleration towards an impossible state of simultaneous having: we want more and more, faster and faster, and all at once.  Four characters – a fitness instructor and a violinist (who are sisters), a workaholic waiter, and an over-worked designer – form the case studies for this theme. 

Their interactions bring us through from NZ to Hanoi, finally commenting on both the individual implosions that inevitably result from wanting everything now, as well as the ramifications that such wanting has on other cultures (especially, in this case, sweat shop workers in Asian sectors who must supply such overwhelming demand). 

Yet this is all discernible from the title; it is not the clarity of the theme but its development and theatrical realization that needs considerably more refinement.  As a script, it was uncertain and unwieldy – structurally unbalanced and without any particular rhythm.  The dialogue often felt very stilted and in some places clichéd; witness the argument between sisters Yvonne and Melissa, which might speak of the way in which parents can instil a relentless drive for success, but more immediately degenerates into a Mum-always-liked-you-best scenario.

The performers as well as the script also appeared as if they would have benefited from a little more time, especially where segments of highly physicalised and stylized movement were concerned.  Again, one can see in these segments the potential for effective moments of theatricality, but with one or two small exceptions, they weren’t quite pulled off.

Bain’s visual aesthetic is itself captivating; the set is designed with an artist’s eye.  But its theatrical use was less captivating.  A large staircase and platform against the upstage wall, a precise use of colour – these are engaging exercises in form and visual appeal.  But the platform and staircase were hardly ever used, and when they were, they were used naturalistically, as if suddenly that which does capture our aesthetic sensibility is no longer present, and the set is reduced to representing a real apartment.

This production is moving from Wellington to Auckland, and because I like what might be in the show, I sincerely hope it realizes its potential in the move.  It was not ‘everything now’ at BATS, but perhaps it will be when it hits the Luxembourg Gardens. 

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Stephen Bain’s new play, everything.now, is the story of potential unrealised and opportunities lost. Unfortunately, the same can be said for this production.

It has great moments and as you expect with Bain’s work, searing images and a cast that’s made to work hard. But the story is unconvincingly woven together from ideas the cast and director brought to the improvisation process. It’s a pity, because this is a strong quartet of actors and Bain is a courageous and experienced theatre practitioner.

There are two sisters – Yvonne (Rachel Forman), a musician spoilt from childhood but forced to face the cruel world, and her younger, bitter sister Melissa (Caoimhe Macfehin) a gym bunny who receives a death sentence which derails her life.

Ricky (Josh Rutter) is prepared to work to fulfil his dream of owning his own bar but an accident robs him of his dream and his mobility. David (Regan Taylor) meanwhile, well, we learn so pitifully little about his character that it’s hard to say who he is, why he’s there and what the future holds for him.

The lives of Yvonne, Melissa and Ricky crash together in a disturbing way while David skitters along the periphery, where issues like slave labour in Asia and obsession with the perfect body are touched on here and there.

The night I attended, a dramatic part of the big finale failed to fire, so I can’t say if that would have helped lift the sense of frustration and disappointment. Maybe.

While the production is disappointing that’s no reflection on the cast, who put their heart, soul and bodies into their performances. Some of the audiovisual work is gorgeous, especially the opening scene. There are some genuinely stunning moments too, just not enough.

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The opening scene of Everything. Now, is an idyllic one of two children climbing a tree.  The tranquillity of this is soon shattered, however, when the older child bashes a young bird to death, indicating that Stephen Bain’s new play is not going to be one for the faint hearted. And as it transpires this is the case, Everything. Now being an intriguing and challenging commentary on modern living. 

The opening section of the play is a series of quick fire scenes where four young individuals intersect their working lives with lots of physical activity and talking.  They never connect but we do learn that Yvonne (Rachel Forman) is a violinist, Melissa (Caoimhe Macfehin) is her older sister and a fitness instructor, Ricky (Josh Rutter) is a barman and David (Regan Taylor) is a sales rep.

The structure and playing of these scenes wonderfully portrays the way life has turned out for most people, succumbing to the pressures of the immediacy of the here and now, the demands of everyone wanting everything now.  This, of course, takes it’s toll on both body and mind and slowly the pace and structure of Bain’s play changes and the four characters start to develop as individuals as they try and cope with life in the 21st century.

Melissa, a spoilt brat on tour in Asia with an orchestra, does a runner back to big sister, who subsequently rejects her, when things turns horribly wrong for her.  Melissa herself gives up work thinking she has cancer only to find it’s a minor cyst.  She has moved in with Ricky, who has become a paraplegic through a work place accident while David, having suffered OOS, becomes a fitness fanatic.

There are many subplots and underlying themes running through this complex play, all centred around how work has become such a force in shaping our lives.  Bain, as director as well as writer, has schooled his actors well in coming to terms with the various layers of his play with all four giving strong, confident and committed performances to make this production a fascinating take on how we live in today’s society.

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In everything.now writer-director-designer Stephen Bain uses four readily recognised Kiwi characters and armies of third-world production workers to comment on contemporary life. His log line (as the screen industry calls it) is, "Nothing happens by accident. All I want is everything. Now."

On a high ledge, amid the projection of a tree, two girls set out on a fearful adventure. The older one, Yvonne (Rachel Forman) is the more timid. When they encounter a wounded bird, it is the younger, Melissa (Caoimhe Macfehin), who takes decisive and lethal action.

Later, when her "if you can focus your body you can focus your mind" certainties are challenged by her own mortality, Mel is spared the same treatment. She gets to let go, be stroppy and turn her attention away from herself. When death is certain, certain liberties may be taken. But what if that certainty, too, is then withdrawn?

Meanwhile CAD-man David (Regan Taylor), out to replicate his Michelangelo-sculpted namesake in a million-odd polygons, responds to twinges of OOS by transforming himself from nerd to gym-jock. But not before his one angry swipe at the world has knocked ambitious young restaurateur-in-waiting Ricky (Josh Rutter) off his five-year-plan and into a wheelchair.

Mel and Ricky become natural partners in their decommissioned states. With the neat efficiency they’ve left behind, the play encapsulates their interdependent relationship’s progression in a telling – no, showing – montage of brief scenes.

But nothing cuts so deep as family. From an early age the musically talented Yvonne had to sideline childhood to meet her mother’s expectations. But from Mel’s point of view it was special treatment she was getting. The inevitable flare-up happens when Yvonne returns from a concert tour to Hanoi, freaked out and unable to cope.

Somehow all this pulls a series of causal chains to flush out the most spectacular scene, involving a sexual encounter between Ricky and Yvonne that spins out of control, leaving her choked and him literally wound up and hung up in a conveniently dropped length of aerialist fabric.

This climaxes the series of physicalised movement sequences that have punctuated proceedings, interleaved in turn with realistic video footage of Hanoi back streets and factory workers. (Have you never wondered where the circuit boards come from that permeate every facet of our lives these days?)

Bain’s white wall set with hooked up chairs and narrow stairs to the upper level, and his selective lighting – making much, at times, of limbs – create an excellent context for four splendidly committed performances that compel our interest and empathy. The original music, by Quasi, Josh Rutter and Leila Adu, is not exactly subtle at times but mostly it enhances the drama.

Being the premiere of a new work, everything.now is not all it could be yet. As with much of Stephen Bain’s work, I get the feeling the how of it has taken precedence too early, before the what and why of it all has allowed the active neutrons, as it were, to find their true orbits around a fully compressed thematic nucleus.

Doubtless Bain sees it as a work in progress too, and all sorts of things may consolidate and grow from the Bats season. There is every chance it will have found its centre by the time it opens in Auckland, at Luxembourg Gardens on May 31st.

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