Entering Black Box Theatre, we’re invited to gather in the middle of the auditorium and encouraged to sway, dance or whatever the music inspires us to do. The smoke-filled, strobe-lit room is reminiscent of an illegal underground club, where darkness prevails, and we get cosy with strangers. This is not the conventional atmosphere you’d expect at a mid-week matinee, but surely achieves what theatre is all about, transporting us into a different world. This isn’t an illegal club either, but ...
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No.33, nthspace Adelaide – nthspace Gallery Theatre (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
Part art installation, part immersive experience, this show is a one of a kind masterpiece.
Read More »Boys Taste Better with Nutella, The Mill, The Breakout Theatre (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
This show is nuts!
Read More »Josephine, Black Box Theatre, Adelaide Botanic Garden (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
This inspiring tribute to the Golden Age jazz star Josephine Baker is masterfully crafted by the splendid Tymisha Harris.
Read More »A Butterfly Effect, Studio, Bakehouse Theatre (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
A half-baked drama aiming to show the long-term consequences of our decisions.
Read More »Blunderland, The Octagon at Gluttony, Rymill Park (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
Raunchy, show-stopping, extraordinary from beginning to end, Blunderland is all you need from a cabaret!
Read More »The Nights, Holden Street Theatres, The Arch Theatre (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
A solid two-hander delves into the concept of right and wrong during the Iraqi war.
Read More »Grounded, Holden Street Theatres, The Arch Theatre (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
A jet fighter pilot grounded following a pregnancy finds juggling family life and a career to be mentally straining
Read More »Train Lord, Bakehouse Theatre, Studio (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
A story of failure, recovery and an endless migraine.
Read More »The Daughters of Róisín, Bakehouse Theatre, Mainstage (Adelaide Fringe) – Review
Wearing a long white night gown, a young woman stands in the middle of the room. Her natural platinum locks streaming down her shoulders, onto her chest. Her dark, wide eyes stare at us as we sit in front of her. Can she see us or is she looking through us? Around her, small piles of crumpled white cloths are scattered on the floor. Amongst them, a metal bucket, a broom and a wooden chair. She breaks the silence with ...
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