
Imagine the love-child of a menage a trois between, mmm, I don't know, maybe Sondheim, Midler & Minchin. You're getting close to the unpredictable versatility and prodigy of Collis' songwriting. She's a fine and powerful singer; she has comic sensibility that even transcends opening night nerves and can seamlessly shift from ridicule to rending of the heart. To top it all off, she's her very own musical director, banging a box with the kind of underlying finesse that suggests intensive formal training.


There were all the ingredients of a great story and a great play in The Sea Project, and yet I came out of it feeling like something was missing.

Boxed In tries to be too many things. It is at once a murder mystery, a domestic drama and a dark comedy.

Ride is a play about memory: about not remembering, about remembering too much, and ultimately, about remembering just enough to be satisfied.
Schmitz has been very, very brave. If his dialogue wasn't as sparkling as a bottle of Dom Pérignon (and just as tasty and sophisticated) there would have been nowhere left to run and hide.

