
Although I wanted this show to be awesome, it just didn’t work for me. While there were some occasional captivating moments, We’re Bastards fell kind of flat.

In the ten monologues that make up this show, food brings people together, tears them apart, and is a key ingredient in the recipe that makes up the delicacy of human interaction.

The Shadow King is an incredible testament to a vision which seeks to break open and subvert cultural and theatrical assumptions through scale, through premise, thorough the integrity of community consultation.

Suspended on a grid of metal pipe, sits three people. Two women and a man. Somehow caught adrift in mid-air the three stare into the dark of the audience. At any moment they might speak, or sing – to us, to each other.

Kate Denborough has assembled a series of vignettes centralised around a piece of equipment which flexes and fluxes – which both enthrals and bores.

Black Diggers is an important act of cultural sharing and truth-telling, powerfully and evocatively told – a theatrical event, to be sure, and yet I remain unconvinced whether it is, at least in this current form, a particularly well-crafted play.

This death defying magic trick provides a way of examining the ways that one human being can influence another.