
A booming baritone/ bass, complete with Southern twang set the tone to perfection. I Walk the Line had us gasping at the vocal depth and authenticity.

Broden Kelly, Zachary Ruane and Mark Samual Bonanno are idiotic, testosterone-driven and the fact remains, undeniably smart in creating worlds of parody.

When asked for a title for her show Bec Hill didn’t have any idea what it would be about. Fair enough. It’s hard work coming up with something fresh material every season let alone a title.

It’s the Fringe. Comedy madness everywhere. So when Felicity Ann appears as a flight attendant complete with a set of aeroplane seats announcing take-off you would expect nothing less than a laugh-out-loud bumpy ride through comic heights.

The poster pretty much says it all. The Casablance-esque forewarns of unrequited love and in this noir-style thriller the stage is set: who is stalking who and what happens when you fall in (and in love) with the world of espionage.

Ross Mueller tackles angst-ridden modern-day issues in this tragedy that wants to be a comedy.

The last year has seen a number of shows dealing with Alzhemiers and Dementia and each time you hope it will be more than it will be a semi-autobiographical elegy to a loved one.