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Stop Girl

  • Theatre, Drama
  • 3 out of 5 stars
Sheridan Harbridge, as war reporter suzie, carries a hand held camera, with a projection of a scarf-wearing woman behind her
Photograph: Supplied/Brett Boardman

Time Out says

3 out of 5 stars

The debut play from esteemed foreign correspondent Sally Sara looks at how reporters readjust to life after war

When Suzie returned from Kabul in 2011, it was the shock of the normal that started her on an agonising downward spiral. In prominent Australian journalist Sally Sara’s semi-autobiographical playwrighting debut Stop Girl, Suzie is her doppelganger, through which stories of trauma and of healing could be told.

After years covering the war in Afghanistan, in addition to other disasters all over the world, Suzie intends to buy a home. She’s ready to put down her roots in Sydney for a new phase in life. What greets her, however, is a torrent of mental health disintegrations that prevent her from experiencing the comparative peace, on this land, that the rest of us almost always takes for granted.

Sheridan Harbridge (Prima Facie) plays the lead role of Suzie, who falls into a state of psychological torment, allowing us valuable insight into the workings of severe upheaval on the human mind and body. Best friend Bec is played by a spirited Amber McMahon, offering an effective point of reference and contrast, demonstrating the degree to which our protagonist has deteriorated. Mansoor Noor is memorable as Suzie’s resilient fixer and producer Atal, an important embodiment of our responsibilities towards those in war-torn countries. Also very accomplished are Deborah Galanos and Toni Scanlan, both performers showing admirable commitment to their parts, as psychologist and mother respectively.

There is unequivocal passion and honesty in Sara’s writing, but undue conventionality in form and style that, unfortunately, delivers a show that can feel predictable and repetitive. Much has been written about post-traumatic stress disorder, often in more affecting ways, and although Sara’s critical need to share her story cannot be denied, Stop Girl sadly brings nothing new to stories about the aftermath of war.

As directed by Anne-Louise Sarks, relationships between characters are conveyed with believability and warmth. There is a stilted quality to the delivery of dialogue, but each personality is convincingly depicted, even though the production never quite attains the level of naturalism to which it aspires. Still, Stop Girl has a simple point to make, about the lack of care for those returning after having made unimaginable sacrifices, and Sarks leaves us fully persuaded.

Intermittent video projections documenting Susie’s memories of Afghanistan, created by Jack Saltmiras and Susie Henderson, bring a sense of dynamism to the presentation. Music by Stefan Gregory and Hamed Sadeghi, is reliable in manufacturing swift transformations of atmosphere, and along with Paul Jackson’s lights, takes us succinctly through each dramatic fluctuation of Susie’s emotional journey. Robert Cousin’s set design is elegant if slightly unambitious, and Mel Page’s costumes offer thoughtful solutions for a production that looks appropriately understated.

Keeping the Australian people ignorant is advantageous for big business and career politicians. The less we know, the better. When we are in the dark, we can be sold anything they want. Journalists who go against all odds, risking life and limb, to bring us the whole and awful truth, are our unsung heroes. When they are no longer able to contribute, it appears that we discard them, on a metaphorical human trash heap, courtesy of our endlessly intensifying obsession with a capitalistic way of life. Even when we know that all humans have a use-by date under this system, we do little to save ourselves from this inevitable consequence. All we have, is to prescribe to capitalistic principles of “every man for himself”, to be selfish and to hoard, should we hope to live with any dignity in our final days. For those who wish to do better, like Suzie, their concluding scenes, it seems, are likely to be grim. 

Written by
Suzy Wrong


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