
There's affectionate offensive arse kicking and farce kissing in Declan Greene's The Homosexuals, or 'Faggots', an unabashed bashing of the politicly correct pomposity that has infected our society.

The three pieces The Australian Ballet has launched its 2017 season with couldn’t be more different.

What a theatrical ride: in a show of this magnitude and grandeur, it is hard to single out all the characters and regale them, nor can I retell in any way, shape or form, the sequence of events and magical show tunes, without gushing or going over-the-top.

The Brisbane local boy (as he loudly announced "Indro kid 4068 represennnnt!" ) is back on home soil and performing where it all began for him – the iconic Brisbane Powerhouse.

Evan Placey's play is a keenly observed, cleverly constructed and penetrating piece of emotive, thought provoking theatre that pendulum swings our notions of guilt and innocence, victim and perpetrator.

We – mostly in our rigid bodies – see bodies all day long but never really see them reaching for their full potential, this physical exploration, and that's why this is such a visual feast. These six performers are our physical potential realised. And it's magical stuff.

Imagine a world where time doesn’t exist, at least not in the linear, beginning-to-end fashion that we are familiar with.