
The whole tone of the show is a self-parody of low-brow, no-taste, overblown melodrama - a deliciously cringeful blend of Carry On humour and Agatha Christie storytelling.


With the crowd filling the Melbourne Town Hall to near full capacity the audience quickly settled down to indulge in some acoustic threatening belly rumbling.

Growing old gracefully - that’s got to be a cliché up there with ‘can’t teach old dogs new tricks.’ Fact is, both of those statements are wrong, as proved by the insightful play Codgers, which is like watching a wise man’s fireside tale come to life.

Martinez is a brilliant mimic with impeccable timing but the structure of the show itself seemed somewhat lazy. It is intended to be a sparse, pared back format, but instead merely seemed under developed.
