Can art criticism be a dance, or a Vaudeville romp around Australia’s largest art gallery? Can the free (and hilariously droll) musings of a sparkly, adventurous super-woman produce an entertainingly valid criticism of art criticism? The answers are all Yes.
‘Plug into me, and I will cleanse you of your disaffections—I am the way. And the way is confusion.’ With consummate, and I believe natural, ease he led the flocks to a vast island where frustration and morality vanish: the land of confusion.
'Rake' and the bourn of Australian television True farce-tragic comedy, or comedic tragedy, with its exaggerated idiocy amidst outrageously improbable situations-can be sublime or excruciating. It can extend the reach of mere satire into illumination of the universal human, or reduce it to the glib mouthing of contrived, overworked, unconvincing 'humour'. Sadly, farce hasn't been done really well since the passing of the 'Comic Strip Presents ...' (BBC 1980s) and yet Australians ought to be…
