All children, except one, grew up. At least, that is what J.M Barrie would have us believe. However, as I sat in a darkened cinema full of a mix of elderly retirees, bright-eyed children and University students all laughing unabashedly at the sight of a bald adult male playing Tinkerbell, I couldn’t help but disagree.... Read More | Share it now!
“We’re in church” said one fellow audience member as we walked into the basement theatrette of the Butterfly Club. Rows of recycled pews and framed Elizabethan portraiture sit inside this quirky performance space, but what followed was far from biblical. An hour of clowning, astronaut-themed burlesque and bubble-gum art. Now, that’s the kind of religion I can get down with!... Read More | Share it now!
I’ve always felt an affinity with Bridget Jones. I, too, am hopeless in the realms of romance, and struggle daily to balance my desire to look like Margot Robbie with my simultaneous love of all things chocolate coated. But, after viewing Jude Perl’s comedy show Let’s Hang Out, I’ve realised that I am Jude Perl. Well, not actually. That would be some Freaky Friday magic that I haven’t quite worked out yet. What I mean to say is Jude Perl’s comedy gives refreshing voice to the realities of being a modern woman. In Let’s Hang Out, Jude covers everything from living in a share house to that alarming moment in time when there seems to be an epidemic of friends having babies. Relatable, right?... Read More | Share it now!
I’ve never had a hero like Tamblyn Lord. Well, unless Ash Ketchum, the protagonist of the 1990s animated children’s television show Pokémon, counts. Lord’s latest theatrical exploration, ‘Call of The Ice’, chronicles the voyage he painstakingly took in January 2016 to recreate the journey of his childhood (and lifelong) hero Sir Douglas Mawson.... Read More | Share it now!
The Red Stitch Theatre is utterly beguiling. I’m not sure if it is the fact that they are staging a play set in the Victorian era, or the inviting smell of mulled wine that makes me want to talk like this, but one thing’s for sure, it’s fitting. Affectionately dubbed ‘The Red Shed’, Red Stitch is an intimate space, with a limited number of seats and a quaint little stage so close that you find yourself having to repress the desire to jump and belt out a rendition of “Livin’ on a Prayer”.... Read More | Share it now!