Considering Halligan is an established comedic writer I was surprised with how sloppy the show was. It wasn’t just the provincial cultural transgressions that left me unmoved; the whole show was a lukewarm mess.
I appreciated the aesthetic of their glistening, rippling abs and iron thighs as I lounged back and quaffed wine, completely enthralled by their sure footed athleticism in pointe shoes. My body groaned as it imagined attempting the supreme way they moved; supple and utterly elastic. Samuel J. Cox reviews.
Creators Katie-Rose Spence and Hannah Pascoe have devised a wordless show about human connection, using memes and YouTube clips, pictures of Jeff Goldblum, cardboard cut-outs, and most importantly, their own elastic bodies to tell their quirky little narrative. Clare Parker reviews.
Like Bowden's previous creations, 'Wilting in Reverse' throbs with lonely-hearted dream textures, aches over love and loss, and is obsessed with the silly yet sublime fragility of the earth and its silly yet sublime inhabitants. Kate Prendergast reviews.
The boys were nubile and sensual, and even I felt conflicted as the 4 Adonis’ savaged the raffle winner with a lap dance (and more). In the words of poetess Nicky M, "it got hotter than a Middle Eastern climate".
The fact that this exhibition strategically begun in January and continues through to February - thus including Australia (Massacre) Day - insinuates the need for some soul-searching. Our murky cultural heritage speaks volumes about national pride.
It runs on a roundabout argument/counter-argument counterpoint, but it’s missing interlocking sections, call-backs, dramatic peaks. What should be a series of poignant sketches sometimes feels like a string of comments on a Guardian article. Zoe Kilbourn reviews.