First produced
thirty-three years ago, Stephen Sewell’s The Blind
Giant is Dancing is often hailed as a modern Australian classic. And
while it wears its passion and vehemence on its sleeve, it requires a good
amount of assumed knowledge of the political context from which it was written;
and even though party politics and factional in-fighting still continues to
this day (it is something that will never quite go away), even though we now
have ICAC, self-inflated housing bubbles, and besieged working class, and
leadership which leaves a lot to be desired (to paraphrase Belvoir’s blurb),
the ins and outs of Blind Giant’s
political intrigue and machinations are a little too distant for us to fully
grasp with clarity, and the result is a confusing, muddied, and long three
hours.