A woman and two men enter the space. She strips down to her underwear, and the men begin to move around her, adding and subtracting things from her mannequin-like body.
Lotte’s Gift is beautiful, enchanting, humourous and heartbreaking. It is what any good play should be. But it is more than just good. This performance, is inspiring.
A Mistress, Black Magic, Adultery and a King with an anal fistula. This music theatre production appears to have it all, but the sad truth though is that despite some genuinely decent performances from the ensemble the piece as a whole was lacking.
If you think you are ready to enter the huffy, self-absorbed, playfully morose and simply idiotic world of simpleton-sibling rock, then enter the world of Berlin’s Otto and Astrid Rot.
Blessed with good humour, a magnificent score, and a leading lady to write home to mother about, the production never really displeases – even when it’s difficult to hear – and is, more often than not, almost helplessly endearing.
Attempting to solve the world's dilemmas in 60 minutes was always going to be a challenge, so McClelland goes straight for the big guns: racism, politics, drugs, religion.
There are scenes where the dynamic relationship between the actors is like watching the ABC’s Australian Stories, sadly this is not realised throughout the entire piece.
