Growing out of the
age-old ‘Sydney-or-Melbourne’ debate, David Williamson’s Emerald
City is a timely look at the struggle any artist faces – maintaining
artistic integrity, or chasing money and fortune – and sets it against the
backdrop of Sydney in the 1980s, with all the
big brash audacity that makes Sydney
what it is today. Produced here by Griffin
Theatre Company almost thirty years after it was written, Williamson’s play
is a helter-skelter tennis match between acclaimed screenwriter Colin and his
wife Kate, between Colin and seemingly well-connected hack-writer Mike, between
Mike and his girlfriend Kate, between Colin and his agent Elaine, between… You
can almost see each serve, each rally, each shot, every palpable hit (and
miss), every point won and lost; it’s a giddy sparring match between equals,
and it’s hard not to get caught up in the whole argument – even if it is, by
turn, scintillating, bitter, snarky and futile.