
This is one of the beguiling aspects to this odd style of theatre. A story is taken from the storyteller and given over to a performance completely divorced from the narrative.

Lewis makes a splendid monarch and most of the best moments in this production are his. Kamahl Djordan as his Fool tends to steal the show, his rapport with Lear is personal, touching and lively.

Gunn's hilarious as a performer and this work depends greatly on her focus. That she can come up with something like this and avoid any charge of self-indulgence is extraordinary.

There must be some fantastic underground Reggae-Latin fusion coming out of Santiago, or anywhere in South America. Or here. Instead we get Reggae Lite mixed with Latin pop. Party music. Not sure why this one's in the Melbourne Festival.

The spirit of Noel Coward lives on in the eclectic mix of theatrical styles. His dialogue and songs are adhered to faithfully, with the addition of extra music written to fit the era.

Johnny and Julia are your typical young, co-habitating couple. They deal with their phones before they deal with each other. They have made the almost-mandatory shift from couscous to quinoa. And they are perfectly at ease discussing Julia’s bowel movements over dinner.

Too funny. Eddie Perfect's satire The Beast storms to the edge of bad taste then hurls itself over it.