Sydney Morning Herald:
Channel Seven's recent, audacious and moving two-parter, Peter Allen: Not the Boy Next Door, is a triumph. The poignant and perceptive screenplay by Justin Monjo (part 1) and Michael Miller (part 2) is ambitious in structure. It jumps around in time, employing fantasy sequences and weaving together events from across the entertainer's life, spanning his country childhood to his 1992 death but remaining cohesive, compelling and appropriately colourful throughout.
The direction by Shawn Seet (The Code) makes his background as an editor evident: he knows just how much he needs from each scene to drive the drama and often chooses to shoot from unusual angles, confident of his ability to cut shots together. The sequence in the second part detailing the composition of Allen's classic, Tenterfield Saddler, a song that runs like a pulse through the drama, is masterful.
Beyond that, though, there's the excellent cast, built around the dazzling central performance from Joel Jackson as the adult Allen. The actor creates an uncanny physical likeness to his character and he's unrecognisable as the man who earlier this year played the dogged and dedicated journalist Charles Bean in Deadline Gallipoli. It's not necessarily a prerequisite for an actor to look exactly like their subject, as Cate Blanchett and a host of others demonstrate definitively in their portrayals of Bob Dylan in I'm Not There. But they do need to convey something authentic and essential about their spirit.
And the whole enterprise can come a cropper if a telling detail doesn't ring true: if, for example, Asher Keddie hadn't nailed Ita's trademark lisp in Magazine Wars: The Birth of Cleo. With the Hawke telemovie, the producers understood the importance of the wigs in depicting the politician's distinctive silver mane, irrespective of how potent Richard Roxburgh's performance might be. Jackson manages to embody Allen's distinctive, lanky angularity and kinetic energy on stage. He captures the musician's exuberance and public flamboyance as well as his private fragility. He does justice to Allen's gifts as a performer but also reveals the pain and conflict that shaped his private life.
Beyond Jackson, the cast offers a veritable parade of standout performances. Ky Baldwin is extraordinary as the young Peter Woolnough and Sigrid Thornton pulls out all stops, succeeding wildly as Judy Garland. If Thornton grabs a scenery-rattling role with gusto, Rebecca Gibney takes an understated approach as Allen's stoic and supportive mother. She invests Marion Woolnough with dignity and compassion, while firmly grounding her as a down-to-earth country wife and mother.
In a role that holds significant challenges, Sara West brings sweetness and vulnerability to Liza Minnelli and helps to make the love story between the performers believable. There was a danger that Garland and Minnelli could be reduced to caricatures; instead, both become much more.
The depth of talent in the cast also extends through to the smaller roles, with Henry Szeps as manager Dee Anthony, Rob Mills as Chris Bell, the other half of the Allen Brothers singing duo, and Nick Farnell as Peter's troubled father also noteworthy. It's rare for a dramatisation to tick the boxes in so many departments. The telling of Peter Allen's story has set the bar high.