One of the defining features of Wilde’s plays is their endlessly quotable dialogue, and the cast clearly relish their lines.
This may be one of the first Australian musicals that I’ve really, genuinely enjoyed. Americans can get away with the absurd cheesiness that tends to go along with the genre, but it usually seems completely anachronistic in Australian theatre.
Cullen’s play masterfully demonstrates just how little has changed since Henry Lawson began to explore Australian nationalism in the late nineteenth century, but far more than that; it tells the moving story of one of Australia’s favourite sons.
Growing old gracefully - that’s got to be a cliché up there with ‘can’t teach old dogs new tricks.’ Fact is, both of those statements are wrong, as proved by the insightful play Codgers, which is like watching a wise man’s fireside tale come to life.
Opera Queensland’s production of Mozart’s masterpiece, Le nozze di Figaro, despite the various restrictions that many of the personnel have had to endure, is simply wonderful in every respect.
Iron Lung Theatre brings Melbourne audiences a nuanced rendition of Andrew Bovell’s “When The Rain Stops Falling”.
In between lockdowns, Melbourne gets a little ray of winter sunshine in the form of Frozen the musical.
If you’re looking for a night of sleazy crotch grabbing and inappropriate grinding, then Magic Mike Live is not the show for you.