Amped up and ramped up, harness Harbridge’s energy here and it could power metropolitan Sydney.
Heavens to Murgatroyd, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd is a mysterious affair of style.
Yes there are scars of Australia laid bare in Dear Son, but there is much humour too, a salving balm that promotes healing and connectivity.
Jack Kearney’s kitchen sinker, Born on a Thursday takes three hours to traverse ten months, a calendar stroll through 1999. Did a year really unfurl at such glacial pace back then?
Vivacious and virtuosic, Pinchgut Opera’s intimate rendition is rooted deeply in research and the practice of historical performance, yet unmistakably Sydney – unmistakably Australian – in its swift, vibrant, and exhilarating delivery.
This show is cold and unyielding even when subjected to the fire of performance.
The Festival of Death and Dying is not just a festival – it is a tender, artist-led act of remembering, and a deeply human invitation to witness ourselves, one another, and the stories that insist on being carried forward.