Written for Time Out Perhaps it’s best that Chekhov’s three sisters never made Moscow. On the evidence of Hannie Rayson’s Australian classic...

Written for Time Out Perhaps it’s best that Chekhov’s three sisters never made Moscow. On the evidence of Hannie Rayson’s Australian classic...
Written for Culture Wars Be careful what you wish for. For a while now, the cry has gone up for interactive theatre that allows true freedom...
Written for Culture Wars Blinded by Juno for his insistence that women are fare better in the sexual pleasure stakes, Tiresias is bestowed w...
Written for Culture Wars When it’s done well, improvisation can be a joy to watch. Everything just seems to click into place. Stories know e...
Written for Culture Wars Edinburgh, for me, is covered in numbers. Those of us that migrate here annually know the city as it appears on the...
Written for Culture Wars When it comes to tales of sporting endeavour, we all know the formula. Set up an opposition of sorts, usually eithe...
Written for Culture Wars In glancing a decade or so backwards, Operation Greenfield – the latest from the scorchingly promising Little Bulb...
Written for Culture Wars How serious is Bryony Kimmings? Sex Idiot – a collection of cabaret turns on and around her recent diagnosis of Ch...
Written for Culture Wars Are we twenty-somethings really as schizophrenic as Ella Hickson diagnoses in this cute, but astute, contemporary f...
Written for Culture Wars “I know what I’m doing,” Katie keeps telling us. But beneath her veil of sexuality and bluster, the eighteen year-o...
Written for Culture Wars The Elevator Repair Service haven’t so much adapted Hemingway’s first novel of note into a play as plonked it onst...
Written for Culture Wars Jessica Latowicki’s feet are spinning like whirligigs beneath her. Her hair catches her face as often as her dress ...
Written for Culture Wars Within seconds, a shrouded woman has removed a slab of sirloin from her underwear and plonked it, crackling and siz...
Written for Culture Wars Tic-Tacs. That’s what he called them. Tic-Tacs. You might know them as Newton’s Cradles. Suspended ball bearings, e...
Written for Culture Wars Seven conspicuously middle-class squatters have invaded a grand townhouse in a well-to-do neighbourhood. They talk...
Written for Culture Wars Nicki Hobday seems more interested in overthrowing theatre than conquering space. Such is her cynical disdain for t...
Written for Culture Wars You can’t accuse 19;29 of lacking ambition. Previously, they’ve placed Sarah Kane’s Blasted in its real-life setti...
Written for Culture Wars The Paper Birds are shedding their skin. In the past, their work has been characterised by delicacy: gentle choreo...
Written for Time Out Such is the relentless navel gazing of the four lovesick losers pining for her, it's little wonder that Livvi doesn...
Written for Culture Wars From the white lies that allow us to co-exist amicably to the more barbed, malicious and even motiveless, there are...
Written for Time Out When view in the present alone, current affairs seem murkiest. Offering a perspective on 150 years of Afghanistan's...