Theatre

Didn't Want to Play Your Stupid Game Anyway

Alan Hindle | Saturday 20 August, 2011 18:47

Bec Hill is the human equivalent of a ukulele. She starts playing and you can’t help but smile. Hill tells a story of growing up in Adelaide when her pet caterpillar crawled into its cocoon… and never came out. For Hill, the fuzzy inch simply refused to grow up and become a butterfly. (Presumably nobody had the heart to tell her it died. Or snuck out the back door and eloped with a moth. Honeymooned at Kew Gardens and were happy until the moth’s dark side kicked in and he died of a tungsten addiction.) People work the other way round. We start off as butterflies, then spin shells of silk which we eventually crawl out of as grey, inching, nature-chewing adults. Not Bec Hill. She still laughs when she squeezes a shampoo bottle and it makes a fart noise. She equates being a grown-up- with carrying dainty, spangled, useless purses fit only to stuff chihuahaus in and the vast range of Yuppie jazzercise styles available with required spandex accessories. Always charming, almost always funny, and certainly never dull, Hill’s best bits are contained in sketchpads animated by pull tabs, and her ‘sell-out’ tampon ad at the end is a thing of pure beauty.

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