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Malthouse Theatre’s Dance Of Death is hard to watch sometimes. But it has plenty to say — profanely — about society, love and the sanctity of marriage.

Intense, dark and wildly creative, Skeleton intrigues from the outset. The Dance Massive work is unconventional, even distressing, but rewarding theatre.

Warning: this review contains strong language and adult themes. Plus, the show stinks. Pornography manages to reveal little about the London terrorist bombings as claimed — or pornography.

In the struggle to preserve and celebrate the stories closest to our hearts, no matter how humble, Paul Capsis’ Angela’s Kitchen is a winner.

Independent theatre company Four Larks have been flitting around the warehouses of Melbourne for some time now. The Malthouse Theatre has given the company a temporary nest in the Tower Theatre and an opportunity to spread their wings. Their production The Plague Dances looks and sounds beautiful but fails to fly. With playwright Marcel Dorney, [...]

The Histrionic celebrates its contradictions. It’s a stinging attack that, beneath its barbs, hides a moving tribute to a damaged man. This production wisely acknowledges both the nastiness and the sentimentality at the heart of the play and is a more interesting work because of it. Bruscon (Bille Brown), our eponymous histrionic, arrives at a [...]

When theatre gets described as like television, it’s usually in the pejorative sense. Maybe it’s time to move on. In an age of HBO, television has been the medium with which the finest writers, actors and directors have expressed some of the best stories of the past decade. This production of The Wild Duck, adapted [...]

Mary MacLane was born a century ahead of her time. Today, in an age of YouTube, tweets and vlogs, angst-ridden teenagers across the globe can opine into the ether from their darkened bedrooms. MacLane, however, grew up in the isolated mining town of Butte, Montana, in the final years of the 19th century when the [...]

For a cabaret artiste called Meow Meow, this is a performer who has always seemed more of a bird than a cat. She is flighty, constantly startled, her feathers always a little ruffled. The thrill of watching her in full flight — and it is indeed a thrilling spectacle — comes from knowing that she [...]

It’s all too easy to ceremoniously, uncritically revere and sanctify Weill and Brecht like the demigods they almost were. I, however, in my boundless devil-may-carefreeness, am not about to do so. Much as I adore it and can barely imagine life without it (‘twould be politically and theatrically poorer, for sure), my impression (attested to, [...]