
A long stretch of beach. A man and his son living in a humpy, keeping out of sight from the townsfolk. Nets to be mended. A wife and mother recently passed away. Three orphaned pelicans.

Christa Hughes took one of the most eclectic audiences I’ve ever seen (older, younger, rakish, trendy, male, female, other... even aged white-bearded bikies!) and placed them firmly in the palm of her hand.

After sell out seasons across the globe, where they baffled audiences with seemingly impossible physical feats, the group has temporarily set roots at the Malthouse Theatre.

With the enhancement of visual beauty through live video manipulation by Thomas Pachoud, Proximity engages immediately with the voyeuristic nature of both human and camera, through the one thing we both share – a lens.

On the eve of Chamberlain declaring war on Hitler, C.S. Lewis arrives in the London office of Sigmund Freud amidst air-raid sirens to debate the existence of God and the nature of faith.

Look. I'll be honest. To the best of my recollection, I'd never heard of Jenny Biddle. Until 'round about now. And that's a crying shame.

Benedict Hardie has both written and directed a brilliant laugh out loud production, that kept the audience guessing until it’s final moments.