
Female friendship is a funny thing. Both complex, and nurturing we are often taught to be competitors yet grow to become each other’s greatest fans instead. At the very heart of Amelia Bullmore’s play is the enduring nature of female friendship and how vital it is in emotional development.

As humanity continues its blind progression, monsters will be spawned from our own wombs, intones the smirking sideshow tout in black.

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.
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