Full of inappropriate lyrics, wildly addictive melodies and a plethora of multicoloured pantsuits, you’ll be left falling asleep to images of Hillary Clinton dancing with invisible maracas for days. Caitlin Carr reviews.
Out of the settling darkness strode a woman, she took a deep breath in and, without masking her Australian accent, began to tell me a story. It wasn’t pleasant, and it wasn’t her story, but by the time she had finished that introduction she had me in the palm of her hand. Caitlin Carr reviews.