, award-winning actor, best-selling novelist and all round very funny lady, is charming Australian audiences with her live show, 30 Million Minutes
. Based on her life and career, the last week has seen Dawn perform 30 Million Minutes
to full houses in Brisbane and Sydney, with further sell-outs scheduled right across the country.
Due to unprecedented demand, Sydney fans are set to experience the ultimate tour finale – another 130 minutes of “30 Million Minutes” with Dawn French at Sydney Opera House, Sunday April 10. It seems only fitting that comedy’s grand dame should choose Sydney’s finest stage to farewell our shores, concluding a massive run of 34 sold-out shows.
Tickets for Dawn French at Sydney Opera House will go on sale at 12pm, Friday February 12.
My Live Nation members can be among the first to secure tickets during the pre-sale commencing at12pm this Monday, February 8.
Also announced today, a lucky 13th show at Melbourne’s Comedy Theatre on Thursday March 10, and a fourth and definitely FINAL show at Adelaide’s Her Majesty Theatre on Friday April 8.
30 Million Minutes
consists of various delights and riches, with the odd irksome tribulation thrown in, as Dawn takes audiences through the various lessons life has taught her, and the things she knows for sure.
The evidence is there for all to see. She is already three quarters certifiably daft. The other quarter is utterly bewildered. And the remaining quarter simply can’t do maths. With a sharp eye for comic detail and a wicked ear for the absurdities of life, Dawn French of Cornwall shares how she has misguidedly spent her whole life vigorously attempting to be a fully functioning female human.
Her extraordinary lack of willpower, combined with an enviable knack for nosey parking and showing off, has driven her to grapple with the big stuff of life in public. 30 million minutes of life in fact. That’s how long she’s been alive.
It’s also worth coming if only to finally witness what size she actually is. Can we believe the stolen images of so many women’s magazines? What is the truth? Is she so unfeasibly large that she can hardly live? Or does she sleep in a matchbox? Marvel at how one woman can mercilessly murder so much chocolate, and yet remain so curiously slim…
As a big fat liar once said of her: “Her singular attempt to be ordinary fails miserably.”