Andrea Powell delivers quick random humour embedded in a punchy and well crafted self-written script, as she talks to her audience about her personal experiences of modern dating including the many ‘nutjobs’ she has encountered.
A detective develops a fear of heights after a chase across city rooftops leads to a near fatal fall. It’s this weakness that will prevent him from saving the wife of a close friend from falling to her death from a bell tower. Sound familiar?
This is an original and powerful production that blends history and realism with the fantastic and the romantic. Musically it is satisfying and uplifting. Dramatically, it grows from an uncertain opening to a lively and passionate second act.
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.
