
This show by The Daughters Collective touts itself as ‘honest’ feminist comedy delving into the ‘beauties, horrors and complexities of mother-daughter relationships.’ Maybe so, but unless I’ve missed something, great chunks of it come across as mother-blaming and lacking in context.

Family, time, love, cultural identity, the migrant experience, magic and aging – themes which manifest as disappointment and frustration, resentment, compromise and broken promises.

Nothing can really prepare you for the hilarious, disturbing, surreal and sad journey that the ginger, extremely awkward Englishman Kim Noble takes you on.

At various times throughout, I found myself wondering, really? That has happened? That happened to you? You were made to feel that way? Someone did that to you?

Porn shoots, prisons, migrant camps and festering teenage boys’ rooms – the raw, incendiary scenes of acclaimed Melbourne playwright Christos Tsiolkas spring to life like a contemporary, sex-drenched Greek tragedy in the hands of Little Ones Theatre.

Bell Shakespeare's latest production of The Merchant of Venice is a thought provoking take on one of Shakespeare's most controversial comedies.

It’s far from a pub singalong but the bonding of saucy songs and alcohol in the St Kilda cabaret Mother’s Ruin is strong.