
Belt Up Theatre's Outland, dips in and out of the mind of Lewis Carrol, exploring the way that he created his characters and worlds.

I did enjoy that he reminded me of some 90s cultural quirks, and just generally made me feel special in my Gen Y-dom. But I was going "huh" much more than "HA!"

The Chants Collective, sub-set of the Present Tense Collective, push the boundaries of this form and 'deliver' big-time. Chants bursts out the sides of its 60-minute, sandstone scope.


The merging of Simon and Silvia's minds has created something completely unlike anything I've seen or experienced in theatre before – and on a rainy afternoon in Melbourne, that is a seriously delightful thing.

The production is bold, adventurous and, at times, quite affecting but too often lacks the precision and discipline necessary to execute its ambitious aims.

The Method Gun concludes so fantastically you genuinely fear you'll never see anything so exquisitely human ever again.