
Look. I'll be honest. To the best of my recollection, I'd never heard of Jenny Biddle. Until 'round about now. And that's a crying shame.

The script is packed with scintillating word play and top notch one liners. Our dynamic duo are appointed to engage Hamlet in conversation and determine the nature of his madness so indeed, words are all they have to go on.

Natalie Dietz doesn't shout. She doesn't need to. She whispers. Sweet somethings. Hers is a new form of jazz poetry. Her own. And her voice is hypnotic.

God love the ACO. It never disappoints. The latest tour, Barefoot Fiddler, is no exception. The inspiration for such is guest artistic director and lead violinist, Patricia Kopatchinskaja who, true to form, plays shoelessly.

July's Roseville event, last Friday evening, was a Latin fiesta and while the location might be one of the last places on the planet you'd expect to find authenticity in that realm, it might have been Santiago or Havana. Well, almost.

Taken at its broadest, Natalia Savvides' The Lightbox is a wide-ranging meditation on the human condition: what makes us tick and what happens when said ticking turns to tocking, or an irregular rhythm.

Pursuing truth in oneself becomes a frustratingly impossible task: are we no more than a series of roles, with no underlying coherence or unity? No self beyond the personae we have created?