A dwarf review for The Wharf Revue just wont do, but without succumbing to spoilers, a short, sharp review of this short, sharp REVUE should give an unabashed thumbs up.
This show is gentle little rollercoaster, brought to life by a truly excellent cast.
Toruk itself is quite an astonishing show. Set on Avatar’s alien world of Pandora before contact with the human race as portrayed in the film, the whole cast of this production only ever appears in-character, as members of the blue-skinned, faintly feline race of humanoid aliens, the Na’vi.
Putting the ink into think, Howard Barker’s No End of Blame is as powerful and poignant, perhaps even more so, today, as it was when written, nearly forty years ago.
This is an excellent production of a show which is likely to entertain, but may not quite have the punch or resonance which it perhaps packed upon its 1996 debut.
There are few topics more challenging than death, and the inevitable journey toward this state of non-being. The journey, one might say, is fraught with difficulty as we see our loved ones deteriorate, diminish, dement and lose their way; something we all fear; after all, what will happen to us come the evolution?
Amadeus Live is an engaging performance, which perfectly combines history, entertainment, and the live music standard that the Sydney Symphony Orchestra is renowned for.
This is not a true story. We are told so very explicitly in the prologue, as the actor in this one-man play, Ben Gerrard, breaks the fourth wall right from the outset, one which will not ever really be bricked back up, even once he gets fully into character for the fabulous solo performance which is to follow.