To mix menagerie metaphors, in writing, performance and production, Chicken in a Biscuit is the ants pants, the bees knees, the cat’s meow, the cat’s whiskers, the cat’s pyjamas, a doggone delight.
Back to the Future: The Musical is its own kind of time machine. It straps you into the driver’s seat of the DeLorean and takes you back to when movies were cultural connective tissue.
Starting off with a fearless rendition of a ferocious monologue from an episode of VEEP, Lily riffs about her admiration and love for Julia Louis-Dreyfus.
This production is not so much a play as an essay in non binary advancement over five hundred years, some visually impressive, some laboured like the interminable vignettes that end the play.
Chen’s incredible talent, expressive delight for his craft and connection with the audience made for a night of pure musical joy.
Life is a Dream becomes a nightmare of revelation, of errant parenting, prodigious entitlement and the denial that the fault is not in ourselves but in our stars.
Haydn is one of those composers who everyone admires but is rarely on people’s desert island list.