Review: Triple Bill of Wild Delight, Little Mercy

The oft-asserted wisdom behind the categories "Fringe" and "Mainstream" runs something like this: the mainstream is main...

The Green Rooms (& some Airplay)

Ms TN is not a morning person. I was supposed to be at Footscray Hospital bright and early this a.m. so I could be injected with radioactive...

Review: Self Torture and Strenuous Exercise

If you haven't heard of Harry Kondoleon, as I hadn't before seeing this play, let me fill you in on my googling. Kondoleon blazed br...

Adelaide Fringe: Heroin(e) for Breakfast

If Britain is as fucked as playwright Philip Stokes claims it is - and there's little reason to disbelieve him - it's trailing some ...

Adelaide Fringe: True West, Bully

Last night's dip into the Adelaide Fringe was a testosterone-soaked adventure, packed with rivalrous brothers, bad fathers, bewildered o...

Adelaide Festival: Le Grand Macabre, Vs Macbeth

Note: there are spoilers in these reviewsMs TN is bereft of complaint (which is, as Rilke said, the abiding vice of poets). It's gloriou...

Adelaide Fringe: En Route, The Rap Guide to Evolution, My Name is Rachel Corrie

For reasons which now are mysterious to me, but which probably reside in a diabolical subconscious masochism, I decided to see three Adelaid...