
The Misconception of Oedipus is a difficult play to like. Each character has so many flaws and unlikable characteristics, the only emotion apart from disgust you can muster is pity.

Before last night, I didn't really know a lot about Gypsy Jazz music. What I did know, or thought I knew, were images invoked by Hollywood stereotyping at its best.

Your five year old daughter returns after missing for nine months. Just what has gone on during this time? Perhaps these nine months have made her a completely different person.

All manner of lighting tricks, cultural references, and visual gags are brought together beautifully by some very talented puppeteers in this very modern incarnation of a three hundred year old storytelling tradition.



Underneath it seems strangely hollow, not repressed but empty, with character, plot, and motivation becoming a little confusing.