Sydney productions of The Taming of the Shrew have been few and far between in recent years. Although a highly entertaining yarn, the reason for its scarcity is doubtlessly the play’s problematic gender politics.
Wild East is a play that doesn't quite know what it wants to be: a nuanced comedy about corporate culture, a chamber drama about personal betrayal, or a riotous, slapdash cartoon.
These femme fatales probably don’t have a destructive effect on anyone but themselves; subject, as modern women are, to a relentless barrage of self-critical thoughts and self-effacing remarks.
Othello has never been a particular favourite of mine; it grates on the feminist in me – why does Othello believe everyone but his wife? Why is Desdemona so subservient?
