Rommy

Overview

Underneath the Old Fitzroy Hotel in Woolloomooloo for the next three weeks is the dark cavernous netherworld of nice sister Cat400 and mean sister Fluke, whose underground existence is turned upside down by a time travelling stranger dressed in white who has no memory but some sense. With the low-fi psychedelic appeal of writer/director Nick Coyle's past shows, including Hammerhead (is dead), Rommy is like something a bunch of teenage stoners would put on using whatever bin liners, ridiculous dance moves, dog costumes and red ukuleles they had lying around — except that the writing and the performances happen to be brilliant. Theatre made by Coyle is hilarious, dark, twisted, gloriously silly and — while he might not like to admit it — actually quite sad and moving. What I mean to say is, see this play.