Review – Alasdair Tremblay-Birchall and Pat Burtscher
These performers have terrible names for comedy, but luckily they know how to make an audience laugh with a solid hour of straight stand up.
These performers have terrible names for comedy, but luckily they know how to make an audience laugh with a solid hour of straight stand up.
This is exactly the sort of theatre the Fringe is for: small, crafted, ambitious, glamorous, dark, magical and profound.
Tony’s performance was word perfect and engaging… The characters of his past were brought to life on the stage before us with poetic beauty; their flaws and their foibles amounting to loveable one-of-a-kind personalities.
If you’re a young woman who walks home alone at nighttime do not see this play. Its message: you will be captured and killed, your housemates will smoke all of your Champion Ruby, and you will be replaced by a guy who drinks all the soy-milk.
Stories We Tell will be suck you in, it will command your attention, and whether or not you decide that you liked it, you will almost definitely appreciate it.
Once again Riddick is a lone wolf who must forge an uneasy alliance with some mercenaries and bounty hunters in order to survive. The result of this simple formula is fun science fiction with decent action sequences, nice CGI and the type of gory violence that receives cheers from the audience.
It’s just so nauseatingly, frustratingly dull. It’s the cinematic equivalent of missionary sex with the lights off under the covers. With a soft moan as the safety word.
The drama is painted in thick lines, and the characters have relatively limited motivations, but the plot keeps things moving along quickly enough to keep you involved.
Rear Admiral affords Adelaideans a great little selection of local comedy, in a cozy little venue, for a reasonable price. And we’ll keep checking back on it, but I’m confident this comedian-run comedy show will continue to attract casual and dedicated audiences alike.
Despite the character and narrative problems, the comedy makes for pretty good fare.
Ashton Kutcher successfully carries the film with his lead performance, reproducing the idiosyncratic walk and speech affectations of the real Steve Jobs, but with Whiteley’s script he’s prone to repeating almost every conceivable Jobs quote.
City of Bones follows young Clary Fray as she attempts to find her abducted mother while learning the forgotten secrets of her past, coming face to face with demons, vampires and werewolves, and getting embroiled in a love affair or two. If all that sounds like a real thrill ride, you’ll be severely disappointed.
It’s all contrived gory nonsense. The plot twists are uninspired, none of it makes much sense, and this B-grade comedy is never more than one step away from being so-bad-it’s-terrible.
This is a worthy sequel to the original, which wisely focuses on character development rather than just upping the scales of spectacle… It was a given that [Chloe Grace Moretz] would feature more in the sequel. Her burgeoning sexuality, paired with grief for her late father, gives her depth and vulnerability unseen previously, and it’s played with aplomb by the talented star.
Stoker has a English manor, murder-mystery feel to it. High fashion, stately furniture and classic autos dominate the screen and reinforce the repressed, privileged and secretive nature of the Stoker family.