Dave Thornton can tell you almost to the second how long he was in lockdown with his pre-school children in a tiny Brunswick house this past year.
Now he’s out and excited and rearing to go, so for dog’s sake don’t arrive late to his show. He is quick-witted, slick, and will be merciless.
A quick poll of her Saturday audience revealed that few knew of her before the night (it might actually have been ‘no-one’), but I reckon that won’t be the case next year – or even by the end of the festival.
Yumi Umiumare and the BUTOHOUT! Ensemble elegenatly place, embrace, displace and reinstate their audience in and out of layered worlds from the box office till the bow.
Swapping 16th Century Verona for 1930s Hollywood, and a lengthy title for the short and snappy “Two Gents”, the text takes on new meaning in the slick, glamorous world of studio system stars and overbearing producers.
Nicci Wilks delivers both physically and vocally filling the large fortyfivedownstairs warehouse space with ease in this one woman show.
This play is that guest at your dinner party who, with one potent observation, generates such discomfort that all assembled clamber for composure after the resonating truth has been spoken.
It’s been far too many Friday nights spent indoors and away from the luscious velvet curtains of the Princess Theatre and icy blonde locks of Draco Malfoy.