Apparently, hens like having their ovaries tickled. Bill, a baby boomer hobby farmer preoccupied with raising chickens saw it on You Tube. You gotta egg them on to egg them on.
So Young see-saws its crisp eighty minutes of furious conversation and indignant argument with strenuous subtlety
Air conditioning is the culprit both on and off the stage in Griffin’s production of Ang Collins’ Naturism.
Initial inertia blazes into an exuberant crazy kamikaze cabaret, a loose rendering and deconstruction of Hans Christian Andersen’s so called fairy tale.
A serious but simultaneously very funny drama that analyses personal problems in tandem with the social problems that encircle and partly create them.
To mix menagerie metaphors, in writing, performance and production, Chicken in a Biscuit is the ants pants, the bees knees, the cat’s meow, the cat’s whiskers, the cat’s pyjamas, a doggone delight.
Back to the Future: The Musical is its own kind of time machine. It straps you into the driver’s seat of the DeLorean and takes you back to when movies were cultural connective tissue.