
July's Roseville event, last Friday evening, was a Latin fiesta and while the location might be one of the last places on the planet you'd expect to find authenticity in that realm, it might have been Santiago or Havana. Well, almost.

Taken at its broadest, Natalia Savvides' The Lightbox is a wide-ranging meditation on the human condition: what makes us tick and what happens when said ticking turns to tocking, or an irregular rhythm.

Pursuing truth in oneself becomes a frustratingly impossible task: are we no more than a series of roles, with no underlying coherence or unity? No self beyond the personae we have created?

Beached is really fabulous theatre: unusual, incisive, and touching. Not to be missed.

One of Williams’ great gifts is to bring you into the midst of these intensely problematic relationships at a point by which old destructive patterns are clearly well entrenched, and things are about to dramatically come to a head.

This is work which leaps off the stage with a strange, visceral magnetism.

Brave New Word has made a debut with Body Language that wavers between harmonious and hamfisted.