Every now and again a local original work comes along that defines a prominent issue and gives it a powerful theatrical voice. Lachlan Philpott’s new
Once you spend the pre-requisite first 15 minutes of any Simon Stone written & directed show adjusting to his style- bleak, stark sets, graphic language
Confession: I know my LaBute. So this review may potentially a) make me sound smarter than I actually am and b) go into more textual
It’s an unconventional start to a review but before I even start deconstructing the production, I must add to a previous post on theatre etiquette.
Firstly, sorry for my prolonged absence. Did you miss me? (Rhetorical) It was not my first thought to combine these two plays but seeing them