Review: Maybe Forever

It’s astounding how little it takes to communicate human feeling. Watching Meg Stuart and Phillipp Gehmacher’s 2007 dance piece, Maybe Forev...

Moving house

Rather unexpectedly, the Croggon-Keene clan is upping stakes and moving. Always, of course, the risk of renting, but over the past 11 years ...

Review: The Threepenny Opera

Fame, so the proverb goes, is a calamity. To be sure, it's the kind of calamity that looks like a privilege, a disaster that masquerades...

More linketies

It occurs to me that in the past couple of months I've been doing more criticky stuff in the off-blog world than here, which perhaps acc...

Oz review: Brecht

Despite my best intentions - which lead, so the proverbs tell us, straight to hell - I am yet to tackle Brecht at the Malthouse. I will, gen...

Writings, of various kinds

I'm slightly surprised, given the heat the issue has generated, that there's been no response within our sea-girt shores to my ALR p...

Review: Next Wave: Bromance, The Folding Wife

For various reasons, I ended up seeing only three shows in Next Wave - the marvellous Hole in the Wall and the two I briefly discuss below. ...

Linkety links

The Australian Literary Review (published in today's Australian) today runs my piece on the controversy about whether plays are literatu...

Review: King Lear

If one is an actor, a bare stage must be the most perilous place in the world: it leaves nowhere to hide. In last year's STC production ...