Barrie Kosky often divides audiences but in this impressive production of The Women of Troy everything that is original, astute and poetic about Kosky shines through.
Unfortunately, Risky Lunar Love comes across as a kind of poor man’s Rocky Horror Show with updated levels of taboo and profanity but not one iota of the charm or impact.
There’s nothing quite like a double bill of snappy one act plays to whet your appetite for a night of theatre, and the Newtown’s latest offerings Waiting For Gotterson and Nothing Like Old Times are tasty little morsels indeed.
A gifted embroider of words, Friel combines soft lyricism and hard meaning in his play, a tragical comical historical pastoral on a spree and spoiling for a spirited spar.
In the care of Pinchgut Opera’s director, Erin Helyard, this music, formulaic as it indeed is in some respects, sprang off the page into an experience rich in emotions.
Iolanthe and Janet Anderson work in cosmic, comedic accord, characterisation charismatic, timing impeccable, delivery precise, together a tour de force that ascends the cliché.
Blind faith and rational belief are always sparring partners in dramatic conflict and so it is here with the power play tinged with superstition and salaciousness.