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In Beauty it is FInished
"A sordid and soiled (play) of the dubious romance of a self-confessed woman of the stress and a half-caste … there are terms and expressions in the script that cut across the accepted traditions of the stage, situations that reach new depths in the sordid, and such a lack of beauty in its outlook that the title is a travesty" – Smith’s Weekly
After spending five years in Brisbane, the daughter of a lighthouse keeper returns home to a small island off the coast of Queensland. Besides her parents the island is home to only an aboriginal mission and a fisherman who lives alone. On the surface life here is simple, quiet and repetitive, but the residents of this island have their secrets and they can’t remain submerged forever.
In Beauty It is Finished is a challenging story of identity, social acceptance and isolation. It shows that while life in the city can be difficult, the simple life can be just as complicated.
- drama
- 0
- 6 total
- 2 female identifying, 4 male identifying
- history
- 16 to 18, 18+
- young adult, adult
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Tom
Male | 30s | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 59
EXTRACT: You're going to listen to what I've got to say to you... She's my mother. I'm the result of a gin-spree, that's what I am. Do you understand? It's camoflauged under the name of a fishing trip or a cruise up the coast. They stock their boat with grog and they generally know where the best "fishing grounds" are... And in return for a valueless cheque, a string of beads, a few shillings, or a bottle of whiskey, I and my like are brought into the world. Very edifying to the white race, isn't it? ...
Marion
Female | 20s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 71
EXTRACT: It's true. You know that, Mother, only you're too afraid to tell him so. What life has he offered you? Shut you away on a godforsaken scrap of earth, year after year. No one to talk to. No one to visit. Nothing to look at - but waves and sea... Sea! How I hate the sight of it! All around you. Always around you. Creeping up to you - nearer and nearer until it almost swallows you. Pounding on the beach and rocks all day, all night.
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