|photo by Eleanor Kelly|
Vincent Goes Splat took it's first run with lights and everything (CD player, seats/pews, Kath, Luke, Kel, some other really nice people who's name I don't know) at the Warren as part of Brighton Fringe. The sun was out, the beach was nearby and the show was born. It's actually quite good. I know what you're saying, "Wil, you're biased. Also you're a liar." Fair enough too, but these people aren't:
"Wil threads words into paragraphs like beads on a chain, creating little linguistic jewels of incredibly satisfying sentences which spill delightfully out into the room around him. He does the opposite of reeling in the audience, in fact it feels a bit like you wind bits of the story in yourself, each one of you tugging at a slightly different strand. And its funny because looking back and trying to articulate any rumination I might've had on this, it sort of feels like out there in that now empty room stands a story made up those gems. Built right there on an invisible table like a grand abandoned dolls house, the windows left open mid scene and those perfect little sentences rolling through on the breeze, planting tiny smiles in their wake. I sure liked this show. I liked it a lot."
Eleanor Kelly - ......in living memory
“playful and charming...a writer and performer with great promise...Greenway is certainly a writer, and an extremely clever one.”
Amber Gregory - Broadway Baby