
As biting as a de-dentured dementia sufferer who has forgotten how to chew, as sexy as a diagnosis for Hep C, and about as funny, Before Lysistrata plays like a Year 9 drama exercise, earnest in its self importance and lacking any disciplinary stage craft.

Friday evening and we are driving into Bellingen – the ‘god’ clouds trapping the last rays of the sun, like fire in the sky. Auspicious welcome with the brooding purple ridge looming ever closer

The traditional Christmas Pantomime is a much loved institution in the United Kingdom. A rollicking mix of song, dance, fairytale and double entendre.

The title of Caryl Churchill's play Cloud Nine is a figure of speech rather than a true meteorological term, but that doesn’t stop it being a thundering theatrical storm with flash lightning performances in Kip Williams' production for STC.

A man unconscious, supine on the floor, his top hat off his head. Slowly, he regains consciousness, getting himself erect, and hatted. But he, seemingly, is still “off his head”.

There was a palpable sense of occasion in the foyer of the Sydney Opera House Drama theatre on opening night of Bangarra’s new work Bennelong.

This is a chilling thunderbolt of a production and yet the viewer is still left with some reservations. The first half seems a little rushed if you are overly familiar with the story.