Perth Festival: A Magic Flute

Mozart's The Magic Flute often seems to me like a quintessence of opera, equal parts nonsense and delight. It's an absurd fairytale,...

Perth Festival: Oráculos

NB: Serious spoiler warnings. After I left Teatro de los Sentidos's Oráculos last night, I wandered back to my hotel room through the Pe...

Last week in Melbourne

Regular readers will know that Ms TN has spent the past few years vainly attempting to find a balanced life. Every year I vow to see less th...

Quick aside: The Duino Elegies

After an interesting week in Melbourne, about which more soon, Ms TN is off to the Perth Festival tomorrow. It may do me good to be locked i...

The dark art of the slag

In today's Age, critic Cameron Woodhead buys into the recent controversy around Shit on Your Play. For once, a sensible, informed piece ...

From the archives: The Poetic of Theatre

This really is from the archives. I was looking for something else when I stumbled across this piece, which I have no recollection of writin...

Review: Tribes

Ever since the Atreides clan established the dramatic template for dysfunctional relationships, the theatre has been a burning glass in whic...