Brooklyn to Beechworth
Eddie Paterson @ Little Games Room
10:00pm, Fri 22 Feb 2002
Short Review: Compelling
Eddie Paterson sits in a creaky wooden chair with a red book upon his lap. He rarely leaves his chair throughout this hour-long monologue, though he chops between stories of an autobiographical nature, and those that are based on a hometown mate, Cam.
Paterson’s presence is laidback, yet compelling – while not the most polished performer, his use of volume in his story-telling is exceptional, and keeps you on the edge of your seat. The difference between “himself” and Cam is… quite noticeable, thanks to Cam’s staggeringly ocker accent (which held together well all night).
The writing is a little patchy, but covers a gamut of loosely connected themes – the drifting apart of friends and families, religion, September 11. But at the end of the day, this is a monologue – you’re either going to like it, or you won’t. I did.