
Early on in Daniela Giorgi's The Poor Kitchen, Elle, is excited about the olive farm in Italy she has inherited. Not because she harbours any romantic “Under the Tuscan Sun” fantasies, but because she intends to sell it and use the dough to break into the Sydney real estate market.

Ten young actors take to the stage with monologues that cover the dark, dismal and sometimes hilarious corners of adolescent doubts, despairs and dreams.

The normally lean fare presented at the Old Fitzroy has gone the way of the world with its Super Size production of The Whale by Samuel D. Hunter, a tale of morbid obesity and Mormonism.

The Good Doctor is charismatic and delightful storytelling so thoroughly enjoyable you’ll want to see it twice.

Christopher Brett Bailey sits at his desk reading from papers, like a newsreader. He resembles a young David Lynch with the top button of his shirt done up and his hair severely combed over.

A man and woman, unnamed, stand in a small square crate on an otherwise empty stage, riffing on possible scenarios for a future earth. It is an experience, rather like reading each blurb in the science fiction section of a book shop.

This year Bard on the Beach are performing Hamlet as well as Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead.