Times of My Life celebrates her contemporaries and forefathers, on stage and small screen; in so doing, it proves something of an instructive history lesson, a veritable masterclass, for the WAAPA gen Y set.
If you require a plot summary of the Star Wars Trilogy then this show is definitely not for you. Casual fans, who have only seen the trilogy five or six times, will have no trouble following proceedings.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.