
Rigged out like some underworld university don, this academia nut chastises the rabble for not properly harvesting souls, albeit allowing that most humans do not have the requisite evil for an express ticket to Hell. Oh for a Hitler, he laments.

All men are mongrels, albeit ultimately loveable mutts, seems to be the message of Summer Rain, the Australian musical that has garnered something of a classic status since its origins, thirty years ago, as a commissioned piece by NIDA for its third year aspirant thespians to fuel their triple threats with.

Parking the car at the Mullumbimby Bowlo, we decide to walk up to the Civic Hall to collect our tickets. The Cassettes come sliding and groovin’ toward us and we are momentarily caught up in the act, busting a few old ‘80s moves and not feeling out of place at all.

As one of Mamet’s classic plays, Speed-the-Plow was always likely to be a hot ticket for STC, and star-casting certainly sealed the deal. But it is nice to be able to report that the hype is not undeserved.

Who would have thunk it? An opera singer opening a show at the Kings Cross Hotel? It is one of the marvellous conceits and inventions of The Angelica Complex, a thrilling theatrical voyage into pregnancy, post-partum, and parenting.

Good With Maps pulls you into the world of explorers who navigated jungles and circumnavigated the globe, chasing dreams of wealth and fame as well as adventure and escape.