
Michael Hill’s Boxing Day Test is an often dark and tense look at a particularly hurt family, with damage traipsing back fourteen years finally coming out.


It inhabits a kinky and corrupt dreamscape where all is slightly confusing yet leaves you titillated to know what’ll happen next.

The composition is unarguably a classic masterpiece, an example of humanity reaching for the divine.

This is cabaret of the kitsch, nostalgic and crass, telling small stories that together make up a funny and delightfully original show.

When post and version 1.0 combined for this happy theatrical twin pack, there was the sight of political and performative bedfellows getting into bed.

The problem I found with The Nightwatchman is that it is so self-consciously beautiful it's bloodless.