
If ever there was a case to answer for pun control, it’s the current Bali Padda and Griffin Independent production, Lighten Up.

I say, go and hear it. You will have a hundred chances to hear Messiah, but far too few to hear this masterpiece.

The first thing you notice is the smell. Before you enter the space and see the stumped, suspended pine trees, you can smell them. It smells like Christmas.

Relatively Speaking may not be the outrageous blockbuster of other farcical period comedies, yet it is a highly entertaining and conventionally “well-made” play, by the playwright’s own admission.

Tuesday night at the Eureka Hall. I’m watching the storm pass us by (again) and hoping it will swing back around and bring us some rain. But not tonight.

A nigh on hundred year old tent from Belgium, a Spiegel Zelt, with mirror lined walls, stained glass windows and lush drapery has landed like some theatrical Tardis in Leichardt’s Italian Forum courtyard.

Oleanna is an uncomfortably honest portrayal of escalation, misunderstanding, privilege, aggression and confrontation between a young woman and her university professor.