Now. I am not a pushover. You can’t just pull the wool over my eyes. I pride myself on knowing. I’m usually the one saying, “Oh, can you see the strings?” In this case, I didn’t know how you did it. And I liked that. I liked it a lot.
When [Emma Knights] suspended the Popeye under the King William Street bridge, the beautifully live acoustics provided by the cavernous space proved her point that there are other venues suited to the performance of Mozart’s “Don Giovanni” or Puccini’s “Turrandot”.
There’s singing, dancing, twerking, and even the showdown between Kylie and Dannii Minogue that we’ve all secretly been dying to see happen.
Griffiths has a beautifully rich and deep singing voice. Paired with his own skilful piano accompaniment, his covers of the pop diva’s classics are totally unforgettable and, at times, haunting.
You’ll laugh, you’ll gasp, you’ll bop your head along to the music, and you might even question your sexuality after the priest performs a hauntingly erotic strip tease.
Hilariously self-aware, the cast unexpectedly shine through the catchy musical numbers and witty jokes.
The set is striking; performed outdoors in an ankle-deep pit of mud, the first row of the audience is provided with plastic sheets to protect from the splatter. It’s a brilliant feature… there’s something undeniably and viscerally satisfying in watching people quite literally slinging mud at each other.
Some of the performers were far better at dancing than others, but they were all very polite as they simulated oral sex on audience members and shimmied their junk in the faces of their volunteers.
You don’t need an interest in theoretical physics to enjoy Relativitively Speaking, but you might walk out with one.
Bitch Boxer is, simply put, outstandingly good theatre. If you’re looking for strong, engaging, funny and triumphant theatre, then you could hardly make a safer bet.
The Lion King is more than worth-seeing – it should be mandatory. It is heartfelt and carries a sense of soul that can’t be put into words.
Sidestepping blasphemy, The Book of Everything is a playful dig in Lord Jesus’ ribs.
Joseph (Brad Williams) and Karl (Matt Crook) are two lost souls at the edge of existence, scratching out a living in a dystopian wasteland and collecting weapons against the prisoner that they guard...
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Both performers are hugely energetic and their clear enthusiasm is highly infectious, making for a captivating performance.
