In these post-truth times, these days of shamelessness, when Donald Trump’s surrogates coin terms like “alternative facts” and slogans like “truth isn’t truth”, it strikes me as curious that no one has thought to restage Howard Brenton and David Hare’s Pravda.
Some of my most memorable meals have been enjoyed in the Middle East. I shared iftar with a Palestinian family in Ramallah on the West Bank, and was an unlikely guest at a Kurdish wedding in the Turkish city of
Consisting of three short plays (each staged in parts), with a couple of musical interludes and a meal thrown in for good measure, Urban Theatre Projects’ Home Country is at once place- and site-specific. The place in question is Blacktown,
The new Australian crime series Deep Water premiered on SBS last night and showed a lot of promise. The first half hour was a little rote—procedural to a fault, it seemed to me, a sensation that was the more pronounced
We remember plays for all the wrong reasons. Maybe not as critics—as critics, we are paid to focus on the right reasons, and in any case don’t usually have the column inches to focus on the wrong ones—but certainly as
Toby Schmitz, in case you have been living under a rock (or, more likely, have simply stopped buying the newspapers), has spent the latter part of this year in the midst of what must have sometimes felt like a prolonged
During intermission at Waiting for Godot, the Sydney Theatre Company’s fantastic new production of Samuel Beckett’s most famous play, I overheard an amusing conversation. “What a cliff-hanger!” a young man remarked of the first act to a friend. “I wonder if
There are better places to see bullfights than Pamplona. In fact, during the city’s annual fiesta, Pamplona is one of the worst places in Spain to see corridas de toros: the crowds up here in the Basque country demand the