Herald Theatre, Aotea Centre, The Edge, Auckland

21/02/2012 - 25/02/2012

New Performance Festival 2012

Production Details

Atom is a man drowning in an existential crisis. He has everything. He’s a bright, up-and-coming stockbroker with a gorgeous girlfriend and a beautiful new baby. A real success story. But doubts about the ethics of his work have begun to plague him. And when he falls victim to a catastrophic reversal of his destiny, he finds himself suspended in a very precise moment in space and time. 

This epic tale played out on an impossibly small stage with passion and precision, is about a man at an apex. The moment where up is about to become down, the beginning of the end of the world. Dealing with themes of economics and classical physics, this is essentially a very human and affecting story of personal tragedy.

Anthony Black self narrates this consummate solo performance, a critically acclaimed hit of the Edinburgh Fringe and festivals across Canada, USA and Australia. More about the artist » 

One of the most white-knuckle climaxes on a stage this season.”  Toronto NOW Magazine

Invisible Atom tops best of 2011 Melbourne theatre picks. (Herald Sun)

Tuesday 21 – Saturday 25 February:  7.45pm

VENUE:  Herald Theatre, Aotea Centre

TICKETS:  Adult $30, Senior/Student/Group $25

Book at THE EDGE for:
Tues 21 Feb, 7.45pm
Wed 22 Feb, 7.45pm
Thurs 23 Feb, 7.45pm
Fri 24 Feb, 7.45pm
Sat 25 Feb, 7.45pm

1 hr

Invisible Man

Review by Sharu Delilkan 22nd Feb 2012

His name is Atom as in the bomb, not Adam as in Eve, something Anthony Black pointed out right from the start. He stood on a black platform, which looked a bit like a pedestal and was a great metaphor for a man at his apex.

What does it mean to be someone in the world nowadays? With much explained by science, has too much been explained for us to have a place in the world? [More


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Surprisingly intimate portrait of a man in crisis

Review by Vanessa Byrnes 21st Feb 2012

“Give me one moment in time,” sang Whitney Houston, “when I’m racing with destiny.” Anthony Black’s much feted-at-Festivals solo performance gives us just that, as he cleverly dissects a crucial moment in time and then expands the events leading up to its temporal date with destiny.

This is a skilful and intelligent story told with wit, poise and clarity. It’s an unpredictable journey into the conscience mind of a very modern Every Man.

Played out on a fittingly claustrophobic 1 metre square stage with Black playing at least 8 diverse and well-derived characters, this capricious, moving, and slightly unnerving story centres on Atom. He’s a career success story earning $400,000 a year and living in a flash house with all the stuff you could want. But his life is imploding.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but he’s becoming strangely invisible in the world we live in. Due to a series of random (or perhaps not so random: is the ‘unseen hand of the Universe’ at work?) events, his life is turned upside down and inside out.

Questions of family, belonging, history, identity and meaning now plague his every thought, and supersede the previous realities of making money to provide for his equally intelligent – but infinitely more practical – partner and baby son. He doesn’t fit anymore in this time and place.

Black’s performance carries a sense of grace and presence. The piece seems to be questioning how to spend each moment in life, each year, a decade, a lifetime. The play is told in present tense, directly and cleverly using a few tricks of hand, light, sound and voice. It’s a compelling landscape that Black creates on his square metre podium.

Physics and ethics collide in unexpected ways and Black skilfully glides between accents, character portraits and situations to follow Atom’s quest for understanding. It’s funny, too, amongst sensitively written moments of insight. The opening night audience appreciated the humour in this piece, a lovely counterpoint to the intense level of listening the piece requires.

Houston’s death this past week reminds us that no matter how infinite and expansive our appetite for fame, wealth, mood-altering substances or stuff is, each of our lives are finite. Sooner or later it all has to contract.

At that moment of reversal of fortune, can we change what’s already set in motion? What will our lives come to mean? What really matters? What do we leave behind? Tempus fugit, and all that.

How fitting to see this work in a week when Houston’s celebrity death reminds us that just one moment in time can’t always be given. But it can be understood. I was touched and provoked by this moving, surprisingly intimate portrait of a man in crisis. It’s not what you might expect so that alone is reason to see it.

from ‘One moment in time’ (Lyrics by Whitney Houston)

I want one moment in time
When I’m more than I thought I could be
When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
And the answers are all up to me
Give me one moment in time
When I’m racing with destiny
Then in that one moment of time
I will feel
I will feel eternity


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