Greetings, Earthlings!

Your long-lost blogger is circling back to the planet after a hiatus that was rather longer than planned. As you know, we moved house, which...

Review: Dead Man's Cell Phone

An overdose of whimsy can bring out the worst in a girl. Take the obsidian Dorothy Parker, celebrated critic of the Algonquin Round Table se...

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...