
The Cake Man is a seminal piece of Indigenous theatre, and this production at Belvoir St does Robert J Merritt’s classic script proud. It is a difficult play to watch, but an important one.

Frenetic and boisterous, the show is staged with little in the way of set or props, but a lot of very exuberant and uproarious performances, the strong ensemble cast mostly making meals of their characters.

Mr K embraces cabaret in its broadest, truest sense, presenting a melange of comedy, song & dance.

Beck surprises and compels with her thoughtful, carefully constructed, subtle, unclassifiable songs, while Martinez thrills with her scintillating performance skills.

It's hard to know what to say about Emma Matthews that mightn't have been reflected before. Suffice to say, to restate the obvious, hers is a soaring, self-assured coloratura of the highest and finest order.

Compass at ATYP is some really good theatre for young people. It’s smart, funny, and thought-provoking.

Hands up if you can name more than one or two Nancy Sinatra songs? You'd probably be in a minority. But there's more to Nancy than boots and walking, or something stupid.