
A man in unmentionably soiled longjohns comes muttering onto the stage, a “kick me” sign on his back and blowflies latched onto his filth… he seems truly driven to distraction. Yet as pitiable a sight though this may be, it will be no mere tale of woe.

If, like me, you are not used to the medium of the radio play, you’ll find yourself taking fifteen to twenty minutes to settle into the experience. However as you gently rock away you find yourself utterly intrigued by this strange dislocating world.

This production of Oedipus Schmoedipus seems like such a missed opportunity to mine a depth of theatrical and philosophical material.

Anthony Skuse has directed a tour-de-force with On The Shore Of The Wide World. There is never a lull, never a moment where you get bored or distracted.

The Piper is some of the loveliest children’s theatre I have ever seen. It’s clever and charming and never condescending. Even though I’m not exactly the target audience, I was captivated by it. An absolute Sydney Festival highlight.

Wittenberg is a silly play for smart people. While it might be a little confusing for those who don't have a passing acquaintance with Shakespeare, Marlowe and/or Luther, for those who do, it's freaking hysterical.

Am I is at its most interesting when it starts to ask, at what point do we change from atoms into humans. The work touches on this without exploring it fully.