After watching Tracy in I Made an Adult, I understand why her shows sold out. 

Tracy’s instant rapport with her audience is palpable. Her knack for turning life into compelling theatre is a skill that keeps the audience engaged.  

How many parents have stayed up late to make a birthday cake at midnight? You know, that special one you’re intent on creating from scratch. It’s not the Coles mud cake hack but the one where flour must be weighed, and butter needs to be at room temperature. This is Tracy’s introduction to the audience, where the story starts.

The amount of thought put into every detail of the show was impressive, so much so that I must touch on the motion she uses when whisking the contents of a bowl. The action was deliberate, and you can believe a batter is in the bowl.

The unassuming, gentle, storytelling voice lulls you into a hypnotic state; she guides you into her world. Tracy’s emotional storytelling, particularly when she touches on the subject of death, is so moving that it leaves a lasting impact on the audience. Her son’s response, described as “kick, kick, kick”, is a poignant moment that reveals the emotional complexity of the conversation. Those words are enough. The audience now knows he found the conversation difficult.

The family heads to Abu Dhabi, and the boys settle in fine. Her husband settles in fine, but Tracy just doesn’t get it. The need for gold cars and chandeliers goes over her head; honestly, I could relate to this. I also found the opulence in Qatar over the top, but I’m an Aussie; it’s not part of our culture. Tracy’s candidness and relatability in this cultural observation make her even more endearing to the audience.

Tracy Crisp is a South Australian talent; we’re fortunate to have her. If you haven’t seen her yet, her last shows are today, and the only one that is not sold out but selling fast is “Where to From Here?” There’s always next year.