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The Barber of Seville

A rollicking near-cartoon of an opera, considered by many to be the definitive opera buffa, Gioacchino Rossini’s Il Barbiere di Siviglia is a kind of madcap prequel to Mozart’s La nozze di Figaro. While it lacks the genre-transcending resonance of

B-File

B-File

Criticism , Theatre Apr 10, 2007

One of the things I enjoy most about my gig as a wannabe theatre critic is the sheer variety of shows I get exposed to. I’ve attended lavish, three-hour operas at the State Theatre; a post-theatrical installation at the Malthouse;

Black

Black

Criticism , Theatre Mar 28, 2007

With its spectral bodies and sea of words, all floating about in the chiaroscuro of memory, Anna Tregloan’s Black is a difficult work to categorise. Part interpretative dance, part ambient soundscape, with more than a dash of installation art thrown

Ashes to Ashes

The new theatrical space at fortyfivedownstairs – which is even further downstairs than the old space used to be – is pregnant with ambiguity. It has been renovated, and its floorboards still have that mildly intoxicating smell of varnish to prove it,

The Bald Soprano

A nettled thicket of social critique, violently funny and hysterically violent, the theatre of Eugène Ionesco is a theatre of modern entropy. His plays observe, with thinly veiled cynicism, the gradual but inevitable breakdown of man-made systems of rational order:

Autobahn

Autobahn

Criticism , Theatre Feb 20, 2007

There’s a certain air of ambiguity inherent in the idea of the car. On the one hand, the car transports, opens up, makes possible: the car is a four-wheeled ticket to freedom. On the other hand, that of Neil LaBute’s

6 or 7 DVDs: Jean-Luc Godard in Region 4

Six years ago, in the pages of this journal, former director of the Melbourne International Film Festival Geoff Gardner described the DVD distribution of Jean-Luc Godard’s films as both “spotty and, really, rather irrational”. He had a point, at least at

This is Not a Comic Book: Tezuka: The Marvel of Manga

The image, framed and hung to catch the eye as one first enters the gallery, is a suitably characteristic one: dynamic in composition and tone, with an inky fluidity to its line, it seems at once both organic and futuristic,