Reviews

• M’Lady Written by Cassandra Tse and James Cain Directed by Cassandra Tse BATS Theatre, 16th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  When “nice guy” Elliot (vocal powerhouse Aimee Smith) can’t get the girl, he is taken under the wing of Pick Up Artist (PUA) extraordinaire, G (the superbly gross Jayne Grace). G has a whole 70 bucks at stake, thanks to a bet with his loyal side-kick Adrian (the surreptitiously sweet Freya Van Alphen Fyfe) that he can turn Elliot “from schmuck to skux” in a week’s time. Come week’s end, Elliot must face off against the big bad PUA, Nemésis (the enigmatic Karen Anslow). Elliot rises to the challenge, but remains bewildered and distraught by his constant relegation to the ‘friendzone’. His confusion is aided and abetted by his emotionally-withdrawn, rugby mad father, Al (Anslow, who ripped my heart open in this role).

  M’Lady is, first and foremost, a satire of meninism, which is a parody of feminism. It does not, however, poke fun at all men. Just the worst men. You know the ones.

  It is also a very shrewd examination of the patriarchy, hyperbolic in presentation yet relatable in essence. Why can’t men show their emotions? Why do women go for bad boys, not nice guys? Why can’t women just be naturally beautiful? It slaughters stereotypes by noting how ridiculous it is to ask these questions while its characters, in fact, ask them. It’s genius really. At the same time, it’s intelligent and insightful; entertaining and hilarious.

  Musical Director Michael Stebbings is brilliant. We’re treated to a live mini-orchestra which I wouldn’t sacrifice for anything, but our actors really do need mics. I lost about 20% of what I’m sure were excellent lines, as well as some beautiful vocal tonalities (particularly from Grace and Fyfe) among the music.

  I’m rapidly running out of words, so: M’Lady features the best use of a penny I’ve ever seen, our ensemble (Marysia Collins and Greer Phillips) is friggin’ fabulous, and I’m going to have Better than Beta stuck in my head for weeks.

• Caging Skies Written by Desiree Gezentsvey Directed by Andrew Foster Running at Circa Theatre until 9th Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Caging Skies is based on a book of the same name by Christine Leunens and is set in WWII. It follows an extremely zealous member of the Vienna Hitler Youth, Johannes (Tim Earl), who is sent home from combat following an injury. When he arrives, he discovers that his family is harbouring a young Jewish woman, Elsa (Comfrey Sanders), and rather promptly falls in love with her.

  Caging Skies features some beautiful moments and is an intriguing work, to say the least. I was engaged throughout the performance, but not invested in some of the characters before me. I have put this down to the portrayal of the relationship between Johannes and Elsa, which is the focal point of the piece. Johannes’ infatuation with Elsa is not believable or credible, and not for the reasons one might think when examining the premise of the play.

  Johannes moves straight from (literally) heiling Hitler to falling in love with a Jewish woman. We don’t get to see his process, we don’t get to see him wrestling with his conscience and overturning the belief system he has been indoctrinated into, because the play instead chooses to show us relatively inconsequential moments that have no real bearing on the themes present. I wanted desperately to dive deeply into the hard stuff; the convoluted psyche of a young Nazi confronted by humanity, but the text did not allow me to do so.

  Caging Skies does feature some stunning design elements and performances. Donna Akersten as Oma is a masterful actor, nuanced, poised, and balanced. She is a consummate professional and brings such joy to an otherwise dark world – due credit to Gezentsvey for Oma’s sharp, witty, and hilarious dialogue here. The haunting sound design, featuring original works by Jeremy Cullen and beautiful violin playing by Yury Gezentsvey, and the subtle, unsettling set and lighting design (Andrew Foster) create a captivating atmosphere that lifts the work substantially.

• Beethoven + Bruch with Karen Gomyo Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Edo de Waart Michael Fowler Centre, 12th Aug Reviewed by Tamsin Evans

  A second concert only a day after the first (Mahler + Berg with Karen Gomyo) was a treat for NZSO concertgoers. The popularity of the programme on Saturday was apparent in the much fuller house. This was an opportunity for audience, soloist, and orchestra alike to experience a balanced, complementary programme across both nights. Despite the obviously heavy workload at the peak of their season, it would be impossible to think the NZSO would deliver anything other than a great performance and they didn’t disappoint.

  A five-minute, high-speed, spine-tingling race kicked the show off with a bang. Short Ride in a Fast Machine (John Adams) picked up the energy of the Mahler Symphony No.1, Titan, of the night before. Highly rhythmic, making great use of the percussion section, the audience was left breathless and alert.

  Max Bruch’s Violin Concerto in G minor, op.26, is one of the most popular concertos in the repertoire and the audience very much enjoyed Karen Gomyo’s interpretation. Her tone was wonderful, her virtuoso playing very impressive indeed, and the orchestra provided a superb balance of just the right weight and expression to allow the violin and Gomyo herself to shine brightly.

  Ending the night with another well-loved and widely known work (Ludwig van Beethoven, Symphony No. 7 in A major, op.92) was also a hit with the audience. Both conductor and orchestra were relishing this climax to their two-day programme. The enthusiasm and skill on the stage was delightful. This concert was a reminder of how lucky we are in New Zealand to have such fine musicians on our doorsteps that we can attract world-class soloists and turn out a weekend of music that spans the centuries and leaves the audience in wonderment at what they have heard and seen.

• Mahler + Berg with Karen Gomyo Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Edo de Waart Michael Fowler Centre, 11th Aug Reviewed by Tamsin Evans

  Salina Fisher’s Rainphase opened the first of two concerts with a local storm. Wind and rain blew through the auditorium with the sound and feel of Wellington’s weather at its winter best, coming to a close on a still night.

  On a second visit to play with the NZSO, Canadian violinist Karen Gomyo came to the stage for her performance of Alban Berg’s Violin Concerto. The atonal concerto is a difficult piece to play and, for some, to listen to. However, from the opening notes to the final, highest possible point of the violin’s capacity, Gomyo played with an extraordinarily beautiful tone. This was a sublime combination of her mastery and the violin itself, the ’Aurora, ex Foulis’ Stradivarius violin of 1703.

  It was a pleasure to see Edo de Waart conducting the latest in his Masterworks series, after others had taken the podium in recent months. His relaxed and apparently laid-back style belies the control and direction he employs to bring out the best in his players.

  Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No.1 in D Major, Titan, was a fine example of that best playing. An orchestra of a hundred or so, folk songs, dances, a funeral march, a double bass solo, fanfares, strong percussion, unstoppable and infectious rhythm and melody – Titan has it all. From the not usually seen fourth flute and oboe to the harp, two sets of Timpani, and a full complement of brass, there was no sound this orchestra could not make.

  From the start, it was obvious the orchestra was enjoying itself and the players reached their greatest heights of entertainment and fun at the finale. A long performance ended in a grand final movement. Looking around the audience, there were many smiles reflecting those on the faces of the orchestra and our Masterworks conductor.

• The Big Sick (M) 124 Mins ★ ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Annabella Gamboni

  One of the nicest things about The Big Sick is learning afterwards that the tale is closely based on real events. It’s a story with such grace and nuance that it’s lovely to know that real-life families and lovers involved will be just as charmed as audiences.

  The Big Sick closely follows the rocky first year of the romance between the film’s co-writers Kumail Nanjiani and Emily V Gordon, who – spoiler – are now married. Nanjiani also plays this lightly fictionalised version of himself in the film. His coy, charming male lead meets sparky psychology student Emily (Zoe Kazan), and they quickly fall in love. Unfortunately, Kumail’s family are traditional Pakistani Muslim, and they want to see Kumail settled in a traditional arranged marriage. When Emily finds out Kumail can’t see a future with her, she breaks it off. Here’s where the real drama begins: she falls mysteriously ill and is put in a medical coma.

  While the pair’s romance is masterfully portrayed, and always falls just shy of overly sentimental, the real treat of The Big Sick is its second act. Kumail has to get to know the in-laws (played by Ray Romano and Holly Hunter). Romano and Hunter are both wonderful as protective, worried parents who don’t quite know what to make of Kumail. The performances all three of them give are bold and utterly human, and make sure to never quite forget what brings them together – the deathly ill Emily.

  The softening of Muslim stereotypes featured in the film is wonderful. There is a montage sequence where ‘suitable girls’ are paraded past Kumail in a series of dinner parties thrown by his mother. Such moments are used for laughs, but the writing is clever enough that we understand that we are laughing gently, as we would at our own families.

  The Big Sick has breathed life into the rom-com genre for 2017. It turns out that Nanjiani and Gordon’s love story doesn’t just make a nice dinner party anecdote – it also makes a great movie.

• Daphnis and Chloe Presented by Orchestra Wellington Michael Fowler Centre, 5th Aug Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  In this concert, we welcome back some old friends to the stage: as always Marc Taddei, and our own Stephen De Pledge. The programme was Schuman and the namesake of the concert, Daphnis and Chloe.

  Personally I find Schuman a little exhausting; there’s too much boldness within his romanticism. But as his work was well within the programme’s romantic taste, it was a beautiful line up – if not a little long. Of course, we all know that Taddei has a penchant for being able to master and create symbiosis with the orchestra to whichever composer or works that he chooses. As a result, our Schuman here was more daring, exciting, and energetic. Orchestra Wellington and Taddei showed the usual boldness and bravado of this piece in a new light.

  I remember particularly enjoying seeing De Pledge play last year for Chamber Music with Suyeon Kang (which was utterly delightful), so I was glad for the opportunity to see him play again. Like Taddei, De Pledge approaches Schuman’s pieces in a different way, this time giving the romanticism within a fresh, hearty taste. This was a wonderful concerto, with a neat little encore piece leading us into the interval.

  Unfortunately, around the time Daphnis and Chloe began and then during most of the performance, there was electrical feedback of some sort. The beeping wasn’t particularly loud, but you could definitely hear it within the orchestra (so could the person next to me). This was a bit of a shame, but I couldn’t let it detract from the piece we had all been waiting for. It was a masterpiece, as always from this Orchestra. I was quick to liken it to Taddei’s stand out concerts, Firebird and Nutcracker, which were again very explosive and a true testament to Taddei’s multilingual conversations with different composers.

  This concert was longer than usual, but an absolutely charming evening and the audience was in full appreciation of the performance. Taddei teased us with a nod towards having an actual circus at the September concert… can’t wait!

• The Takács Quartet Presented by Chamber Music NZ Michael Fowler Centre, 4th Aug Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  I would just like to start off by saying, what a concert! The audience and I were enthralled from the get-go to the very end. The Takács Quartet are absolutely incredible, and what a joy to attend such a concert. For our first half we had Haydn and a New Zealand composer, then finished with Webern – which led on from our NZ composer beautifully.

  Being a particular fan of Haydn, I was looking forward to the quartet’s rendition. It was superb; the notes and flourishes were bold and full of bravado but also with a sweet air remnant of our melodic Haydn. While of course we can forgive Haydn for being a little busy at the time and unorthodox in his sonata style, his work really is magnificent and the Takács Quartet did it perfect justice.

  I was completely blown away by the second piece by Anthony Ritchie, Whakatipua. It is a representation in a different formula to Webern’s Langsamer Satz, which followed shortly after. It was strong, lonely, and romantic and took us on a long-winded but steadfast embrace. It reminded me a little of Ramin Djawadi’s latest work. The cold and eerie allure of the Remarkables and Lake Wakatipu’s surrounds with a hint of romance wove together well with the wistful and heavy relationship the pioneers and settlers had with the land itself. Our trip on to Austria’s alps was a smooth ride, our two pieces complementing each other yet drawing away and taking us on our own separate journey.

  Lastly on the programme, Dvořák’s final string quartet No.14 kept the romantic tune of the evening. It was nice to be able to hear the foreshadowing in this particular piece of Dvořák’s later pieces (A Hero’s Song, in particular). With the group’s boldness and affinity with the composers and their works, this particular performance and dedication was something else.

  The Takács Quartet have absolutely mastered their craft here and stand apart as musicians. The audience warmly received them and were delightfully treated to an encore – an unmissable evening.

• Peninsula Written by Gary Henderson Directed by Annabel Hensley Running at Gryphon Theatre until 12th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Peninsula follows the families of Duvauchelle, a small town in Banks Peninsula, Canterbury through the summer of 1964. Some residents love rural life in the Bay, some hate living in such a tight-knit community where gossip spreads like cowpat on bare feet.

  Michael Hope (Lee Dowsett) is a young boy with a passion for cartography. His teacher, new Duvauchelle resident Gordon MacIntosh (Greg Robins), inspires him to attend the annual school science fair in Christchurch – but alas, all does not go to plan. Michael’s fellow student Lynette DuPont (the delightfully snooty Catherine McMechan) sees to that.

  Peninsula is a beautifully-rendered script, weaving in inferences of the racism, sexism, and homophobia of small town New Zealand with expert craftsmanship. Henderson is never explicit, never deliberately draws the audience’s attention to these underlying themes, and yet still expresses a powerful, vital message.

  In the script, 10 characters are played by five actors. Each actor plays a child and an adult, save for Robins, who plays a teacher and a dog. The latter performance was exquisite and totally the highlight of this production for me.

  Transactions are seamless, the set sparse: stools are our only props. There’s no costume or set changes, just photography (Ross Miller, Hayden Rogers, Ross Foubister) projected onto a screen behind the stage to set the scene. Despite how beautiful and artistic these shots were, I think they were unnecessary – there’s enough in the script and the excellent soundscape (designed by Alan Burden) to suggest where we are and I would have loved to have let my mind take me there. Imagination is a prevalent theme of Peninsula: let the audience in on the fun!

  This production has been my favourite of Wellington Repertory Theatre’s so far. All actors rose to the monumental challenge set before them to present dynamic, adept performances. What a respectful, committed, and heart-warming presentation of a beyond brilliant script. Brava!

• Dunkirk (M) 106 Mins ★ ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Annabella Gamboni

  Full disclosure: I am a big fan of Christopher Nolan, the director of Dunkirk and previous cerebral blockbusters Inception and The Dark Knight. He’s a director with a knack for clever, hugely entertaining films for audiences and critics alike. Dunkirk, his passion project, has to be his best film to date.

  Like so much of Nolan’s work, Dunkirk borrows bits and pieces from both the mainstream and arthouse cinema. The plot, for example, is a bit weird; it’s split up into overlapping stories: the mole, the sea, and the air. Without giving too much away, the men in each situation (which all occur over the same course of time during WWII’s famous battle of Dunkirk) are dealing with the oddities of war, as well as wrestling for their lives.

  The best part about Dunkirk is that each of the plots is, for a Nolan film, refreshingly simple. There is far less of the expository dialogue that weighed down the first half of Inception, for example. We’re left with far more time with the director’s masterful command of the camera in the film’s lengthy action scenes. There’s a particular focus on the small things, like knuckles on the edge of a boat, or soaring jetplanes in a distant sky, which feels fresh and crisp – a real victory for a film about WWII.

  The film’s obsession with the details in the scene, as well as the plot’s use of three elements (land, sea, sky), explores a sharp existentialist idea of survival. These soldiers fight to come through whatever horrors wait for them in the next moments, minutes, or hours – but then what? We only meet these men in the times they are at their most desperate; we know nothing of their homes, and whoever’s waiting there for them.

  Yes, Dunkirk is another WWII film about war, but what makes Nolan’s venture unique is his minute focus on the human instinct to survive, and how that can seem ridiculous – even futile – in the hostile world of war.

• Alexander Shelley Returns Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Alexander Shelley Michael Fowler Centre 29th Jul Reviewed by Tamsin Evans

  At only 37, Alexander Shelley has an impressive CV and clearly has much to offer us through his conducting and directing for many years yet. His clarity and style expresses as much to the audience as it clearly does the performers.

  The NZSO was superb as usual. The programme presented opportunities for the whole orchestra to share the limelight, and the expressive and remarkable playing of the many individuals and sections playing as soloists shone brightly.

  After a lush and lyrical evocation of Aotearoa's native forests in Leonie Holmes' Frond from Three Landscapes for Orchestra, the spotlight was firmly focussed on guitarist Pablo Sáinz Villegas. In the original sense of the word – something which inspires awe – this was an awesome performance. Joaquín Rodrigo composed Concierto de Aranjuez in 1939 while he was in France and unable to return home due to the Spanish Civil War. His longing and love for his country is evident in the music. Villegas, also a Spaniard far from home, poured his whole heart and soul into his performance.

  His command of technique, ability to dominate an orchestra with an unamplified guitar, virtuoso playing, and deep and physically obvious connection to the music were all incredible. The orchestra was reduced in number and their relatively sparse but meticulous playing brought the heat of Spain to the stage. The audience was hooked from the opening flamenco to the final strum, and after enthusiastic applause brought an encore, a piece from Villegas' home of Rioja, the audience quickly rose to their feet with a standing ovation.

  Béļa Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra had everything a listener could wish for after so much excitement. In five movements, the deeply expressive music conveyed everything from dark drama to hurried confusion, quiet melody, tension through repetition, sober and sombre dance, and the speed and fury of a fight. Awesome.

• Baby Driver (R13) 113 Mins ★ ★ ★ ★ ½ Reviewed by Annabella Gamboni

  For a film directed by an English director (Edgar Wright), Baby Driver is an excellent, very Hollywood movie. It’s like a good burger; trimmed of any unnecessary fat, but just the right amount of hammy, cheesy Americana goodness.

  The action-comedy opens with appropriately baby-faced Baby (Ansel Elgort), a getaway driver, jamming out on his iPod while his accomplices rob a bank. Baby has tinnitus due to a childhood motor accident that killed his parents, and he listens to music almost constantly to tune it out. It turns out the motley bunch of bank robbers are a regular team in crime, answering to the malevolent Doc (Kevin Spacey). Baby, however, is not planning to be in the getaway driving business for long. He owes a debt to Doc, and once it’s paid, he’s done, as he tells his ageing foster father Joe repeatedly.

  Of course, it doesn’t go to plan. Baby meets a girl and “catches feelings”. They want to hit the road and go west, but Doc won’t let his most talented driver go so easily.

  Like Wright’s other films, Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead, much of Baby Driver’s joy is in the visual tricks he plays. This action movie feels like no other in cinemas today, despite its car chases and tense meetings in windowless rooms. A particular joy is the rolling drums that play over most hectic action scenes; gunshots and booms fall in time with Baby’s choice of soundtrack. It’s a clever way of getting an audience to tune in with a hearing-impaired character, whose experience of his aural surroundings is driven by hooks, melodies, and rhythm.

  The film is a delicious, delightful ode to 1970’s Hollywood, where the industry was unafraid of telling big stories about big things like love, death, and freedom; but also where movies were unafraid of hitting audiences with hope and optimism. Baby Driver is smart escapism; an action movie with a heart, and totally unmissable.

• Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra Presented by NZSO National Youth Orchestra Conducted by James MacMillan Michael Fowler Centre, 14th Jul Reviewed by Tamsin Evans

  This was not just a Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra, but also a good look at the orchestra of the future. The NZSO National Youth Orchestra (NYO), world premieres by their Composers in Residence from 2016 and 2017, James MacMillan’s first percussion concerto (we heard the second from the NZSO a week earlier), and Benjamin Britten’s Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra (Variations and Fugue on a Theme of Purcell) combined to present the audience with a challenging programme, filled with extraordinary contrast and some inspiring performances.

  Celeste Oram’s 2016 piece, The Young People’s Guide to the Orchestra, had some listeners baffled for the first few minutes. A tribute to the decades-long partnership between Radio New Zealand (RNZ) and orchestras around the country, the NYO drifted onto the stage with their instruments and a radio each. A convincing RNZ narrative (but listen carefully for jokes and twists on the theme) accompanied the orchestra as they traversed the conventional and unconventional soundscape.

  Colin Currie joined MacMillan on stage to play his percussion concerto Veni, Veni Emmanuel. An array of familiar instruments faced Currie, predominantly drums, and off he went on a high energy, technically and musically awesome performance. The NYO performed well, responding to the unique opportunity of very personal direction from the composer conductor.

  Composer in Residence 2017, Reuben Jellyman, was inspired by Monteverdi’s Vespro della Beata Vergine to write his Vespro. Subtle references and echoes of the Vespers could be heard within a very modern and contemplative narrative. A beautiful piece of music.

  The finale, Britten’s Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra, was a showcase for the country’s best young orchestral players, and they stepped up to the mark to bring us a fine rendition of this much loved, familiar, and well-known piece. Solo interludes from all parts of the orchestra were well articulated. This was a satisfying way to end a novel and dramatic evening.

• Kuijken Quartet Presented by Chamber Music New Zealand Michael Fowler Centre, 15th Jul Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  As most people know, string quartets are well-suited for such intimate gatherings as dinner parties and social affairs rather than larger public concerts. The esteemed Kuijken Quartet played Mozart and Haydn with members of La Petite Band for this concert.

  Yes, it was fresh and enigmatic, as you would expect from masters of the genre. However, I found that because the players were so true to the original architecture of the intimate quartet-pieces that were chosen, perhaps the Michael Fowler Centre wasn’t the best choice of venue.

  Take the first Mozart string quartet played for example, K.464; it was charming, resolute, and with the enigmatic property of usual Mozart. It melted effortlessly into itself, which is what you would expect for a social gathering. Rather than being a concert performance, it was more a conversation – which is the intended design of the piece. I would like to see the Kuijken Quartet play at a soiree. This is not a reflection on their musicianship, just purely on the fact that as they manage to perfect their craft so well, their performance reverted K.464 to its original intent of composure.

  Granted, the Haydn was more exciting, as the Kuijken Quartet chose to play No.30 in E Flat: The Joke. This is one of the rare occasions that it can be safely said that Haydn presents more character and emotion than Mozart in a piece. I’m of course comparing these specific pieces to the ones I heard before and after, but it still quite obviously showed and the audience loved it.

  The programme was streamlined in terms of how the pieces were presented: a slow gradual build-up with K.464, the plot twist and really getting to know and understand the players with The Joke, and a smooth finish; the Kuijken Quartet almost played us out with Mozart’s K.575.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t think this concert went as well as intended. But, this was an absolute rarity for Chamber Music; one outlier in a superb track record.

• Attila the Hun Written by Abby Howells Directed by Patrick Davies Running at BATS Theatre until 29th Jul Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Attila The Hun is set in fast-food joint The Fat Burger, home of the Fat Burger, and follows workers Jo (Freya Hope Higginson), Ian (Isaac Thomas), Maryanne (Shania Lahina), and Tom (Angus Long), whose last name is Cruise, much to his dismay. Our star is Attila the Hun (Adam Herbert), a mere mortal who genuinely believes he is Attila the Hun and behaves as such. Attila has just lost the managerial position to Jo, who no one likes. Chaos ensues.

  This show was not only the highlight of the Young & Hungry Festival of New Theatre for me, but also the highlight of my week. Month, even? There are just so many reasons why Attila the Hun is excellent. Allow me to name a few.

  My first point, which is probably the least relevant to both theatregoers and our readers, is that Isaac Thomas was the literal embodiment of Morty (Rick and Morty). Watching his (glorious!) performance was like watching a walking, talking Morty live onstage. If you are a fan of the cartoon, you must see Attila the Hun, even if only for this.

  What I love the most about Howells’ script is that one subtle line, which I won’t give away here, completely changes the game and lifts the story from a hilarious to a deeply heartfelt one. Attila the Hun is a beautifully textured piece with multiple layers that are a joy to peel as we watch the complexities of the story unfold.

  Each performance is supreme, Higginson suitably pristine and delightfully annoying, Lahina vivaciously unenthused, Long polite yet unobliging, and Herbert heroic and sensationally committed. A number of comedic cameos also feature, which are mostly giggle-worthy. I did find the drag gag unnecessary, as the script is entertaining enough on its own and doesn’t need cheap laughs.

  Lest I forget – the fight scene is exquisite and features the best utilisation of ketchup I have ever seen.

  Bravo!

• Fallen Angels Written by Emily Duncan Directed by Rose Kirkup Running at BATS Theatre until 29th Jul Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Nicole (Becky Lane) and Brandon (Thomas Hughes) are being held hostage in their own home by Taylor (Zoe Christall), Jayden (Dylan Chetwin), and Levy (Hosea Tapuai). Taylor and Jayden lost their infant daughter to child services following an appearance on Max’s Angels, a reality TV show hosted by Nicole and Brandon’s father, Max Angelis (David Conroy).

  Emily Duncan’s script deals with wealth disparity and the impact of reality TV on disadvantaged youth. Whilst I appreciate the decision to tackle these difficult subjects, I can’t abide with the casting in Fallen Angels. The disadvantaged youth were all cast as people of colour while the rich kids were played by Pākehās. I’m sure the script does not call for such discrimination.*

  There are also a lot of problematic elements in the script itself. Max’s daughter Nicole is a stripper, something she keeps secret from her father because she views it as a shameful profession. That’s not great, but still kind of ok if it’s the character’s personal opinion on the matter. However, it is clearly every character’s opinion on the matter. Taylor, Jayden, and Levy all threaten to leak videos of Nicole at work to disgrace her father. When her father does find out, he physically hangs his head in shame. Sex work is a legal profession in New Zealand and this play just helps to further the stigma around it.

  We are supposed to have sympathy for Taylor and Jayden because their child has been taken away from them. This is treated as a great injustice in the script, but then both parents proceed to hold two teenagers hostage and burn their house down, committing suicide and murder in the process. I’m sorry to spoil the plot here, but it’s very hard to believe that their child was removed from their care due to a corrupt system rather than irresponsible parenting. This is the main focal point of the script and in my opinion a deeply flawed premise.

  * Through further investigation, I have learned that the script does indeed call for Pacific Islanders to play the roles of Taylor, Levy, and Jayden. In that case, I now understand that Fallen Angels was written to address the disadvantages that Pacific Islanders face in society. Again, I commend Emily Duncan for tackling this subject. However, it is not at all clear, in script or performance, that these characters were written as Pacific Islanders. Therefore, the casting in this production comes across as a very unfortunate, very offensive mistake. I urge Duncan to address the racial theme in her work through written dialogue or some other means so that this does not happen again.

• One Night Only Written by Finnius Teppett Directed by Stella Reid Running at BATS Theatre until 29th Jul Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Best friends M1 (Ethan Morse) and M2 (Jacinta Compton) are beyond excited to see their favourite band, Fourever, in concert. The action amps up when the dynamic duo “scores” a backstage pass on the night, but they find more than they bargained for in that hallowed dressing room. Where did the fourth band member really go when he quit under mysterious circumstances late last year? And who on earth is Mimi?

  Teppett’s script presents a lot more than first meets the eye. As you’d expect from a play about fan girls and band boys, the story starts off sweet and sparkly, with mammoth energy present in both dialogue and performance. This energy continues through gradually (and expertly) incorporated twists and turns, resulting in a sensational, yet still believable story. In terms of relationship dynamics, I particularly loved the unexpectedly unhappy ending – or, as you could call it, a necessary resolution for all friendships involved.

  The casting here is as clever as the script, with each member of each team (the band, the journos, and the besties) balancing out the other perfectly. Compton is a grounding force to Morse’s exuberance; Trae Te Wiki a cool, calm, and collected point of stability to Pauline Ward’s zealous roly-poly-laden performance; and bandmates Ben Ashby (Clayton) and Oliver Pol (Robbie) delightful neutralisers of Jacob Brown’s seriously sparky and shiny Ricky. Not one cast member outshines the other; rather, all actors work together to present a collective, nuanced performance.

  Small asides and whispered mutterings (assumedly unscripted) are also a massive highlight here, adding oodles of depth and subtext to each character.

  The only thing that I think lets this highly entertaining production down is the set. Tacking shirts to a wall serves its purpose but is not particularly innovative. However, I did thoroughly enjoy set-designer Isadora Lao’s shrewd incorporation of a well-known cult symbol, which I shan’t spoil here. One Night Only really is full of surprises.

• Bold Worlds Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by James Macmillan Michael Fowler Centre, 8th Jul Reviewed by Tamsin Evans

  This year's Bold Worlds programme was a very good night for the brass section and the second in the NZSO's British Festival series of three concerts.

  Polaris (Thomas Adès) put this listener in mind of the sea and travelling through deep oceans. However, Polaris is a reference to the North Star, the night sky and the magnetic attraction of the North and South Poles. In the composer's context of celestial navigation, the image of ocean travel was a good fit. The brass section led the development of the musical theme as the balance shifted between the surprisingly clear sounds of the muted and muffled trumpets down to the bass tuba. The shades of dark and light and the repetition through canon sequences would make a great soundtrack for a thriller.

  A rare treat followed, a signature of the annual Bold Worlds programme: the composer conducted his own piece, played by the soloist to whom the work was dedicated. James Macmillan was joined on stage by Colin Currie to perform Macmillan's Percussion Concerto No.2. Currie was faced by an extensive range of instruments laid out at the front of the stage and he moved amongst them masterfully, bringing forth an amazing breadth of sound. Again, the brass section, neither muffled nor muted, was to the fore and made a perfect accompaniment to the variety of sounds and textures crafted from Currie's expert playing. Sliding strings added to the richness and diversity of sound from the stage and accentuated a solo passage from piano, viola, and flute. Enjoying the sheer majesty of a full orchestra and percussion, a maelstrom of sound built to a final, glorious height.

  Ralph Vaughan Williams Symphony No.4 in F Minor startled audiences in the 1930s with its dissonant, resolutely modern sound and balanced the contemporary first half of the concert. In four movements, the final Scherzo and Finale echo the energy of Macmillan and the canon of Adès, making a satisfying and complete programme.

• Houstoun and Debussy Presented by Orchestra Wellington Michael Fowler Centre, 7th July Reviewed by Susan Barker

  This concert, the second of the year for Orchestra Wellington, continued with the theme of Diaghilev – who was a ballet impresario and founder of the Ballets Russes (among other things).

  The concert opened with Claude Debussy’s Jeux – a ballet commissioned by Diaghilev – of which the programme states: “the score calls for a huge orchestra, but its forces are deployed with great restraint”. The ballet premiered in Paris in 1913 but was unfortunately “eclipsed by the premiere of the Rite of Spring two weeks later”.

  While I think the audience appreciated this piece, it was not moving. I can understand its place in the classical musical canon and the value of its influence, but without the accompanying ballet, it does not captivate. The audience was polite but not entertained. It was played well but lacked depth and the “great restraint” felt frustrating at times.

  Then we moved on to two concertos played by Michael Houstoun. The first piece was Mozart's D minor Piano Concerto. As expected with a musician of Houstoun’s talent, it was technically impeccable and a nice change from the somewhat abstract piece that preceded it. However, while there were no discernable technical faults, something felt lacking in terms of conviction or heart when it came to pivotal movements of the work.

  I believe, however, that the concert came into its own for the final piece of the evening – Brahms' First Piano Concerto. The performance had what the audience was searching for: fervor and superb playing. The finale was intense and was possibly the highlight of the night. I would also like to note that Marc Taddei excelled as a conductor throughout the concert and particularly with the finale.

  All in all, it was a mixed evening and I think it is a challenge to get the audience back on track after an unsatisfactory opening (not that this was a problem with the actual performance, rather the choice of music). However, the last performance appeared to accomplish this.

• Lands of Hope and Glory Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Hamish McKeich Michael Fowler Centre, 30th Jun Reviewed by Tamsin Evans

  This was a diverse programme to celebrate the British and Irish Lions rugby series.

  Opening with the jaunty Cockaigne (In London Town) Op.40 by Edward Elgar, the orchestra, introduced by mezzo Helen Medlyn (our vocal performer and presenter for the night), was soon into its stride. Ireland was represented by Three Pieces for Orchestra II Irish Landscape by Sir Arnold Bax and followed with An Orkney Wedding, with Sunrise by Sir Peter Maxwell Davies.

  This was an extraordinarily visual piece. In less than 15 minutes we heard the wedding party formalities, then the dancing (the NZSO could easily host a fine ceilidh) followed by considerable quantities of whisky. The effects were suitably expressed by a glissando passage from Julia Joyce, principal viola, which made the audience laugh. From the dregs of the party we heard the sky brightening and the sun rising, brought into focus by the most Scottish of sounds, the solo bagpiper, Dr Brendon Eade.

  Two contrasting pieces followed, both equally evocative of their respective landscapes. Douglas Lilburn’s Aotearoa Overture easily brought to mind a soaring and swooping aerial journey across Aotearoa. The shapes, shadows, and colours of Central Otago, Waikato, East Cape, Westland, and elsewhere were all apparent. The Ralph Vaughan Williams classic, The Lark Ascending, led the audience straight to the pastoral scenery of rural Britain. The NZSO’s Concertmaster Vesa-Matti Leppänen took the part of the lark and played his heart out. It is not an easy solo piece but his relaxed performance made it seem so.

  Audience participation was the name of the game for the final pieces. Up first was a Folk Song Melody, traditional songs arranged by Hazell, during which the crowd was encouraged to sing along with Medlyn. Pokarekare Ana gave the audience a solid New Zealand footing from which to launch in to Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance March No.1 Land of Hope and Glory. The Lions may have taken this to heart when they took the field on Saturday night.

• Carrie the Musical Directed by Ben Emerson Presented by WITCH Running at BATS Theatre until 1st Jul Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  For those unfamiliar with Carrie, Ben Emerson described it perfectly when he told me to “think of it like a twisted, dark version of Matilda.” Bullied girl, nasty school children, supernatural powers, one nice teacher, and – er, a less than satisfactory mother: it’s all there, but in Carrie’s case there’s a bit of death involved too. Oh, and there’s a lot of blood.

  The passion and commitment that every single person has poured into this production is abundantly clear on stage. Each chorus member brings oodles of energy and their own little quirks to the show, pom-pom-ridden Juliane Estella being my favourite.

  Julie O’Brien plays Carrie’s (Eryn Street’s) mother Margaret, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a voice. O’Brien and Street’s voices are perfect together, as are Street’s with softer vocalist Konrad Makisi, who plays the popular yet lovely Tommy Ross. Makisi brings such a delicate sweetness to his role that, when he tells Sue Snell (the gorgeous Flora Lloyd) he loves her, the audience audibly coos. Or maybe that was just me and I gasped so loud, I thought everyone else did too. It’s hard to tell.

  Then there’s Natasha Sime, who played the villainous role of Chris Hargensen so well, I accidentally booed her during the curtain call and had to subsequently shout: “In a good way!” And let's not forget our bold, beautiful powerhouse: Eryn Street.

  Jonathan Morgan’s choreography is MacGyver-esque, and the musical score marvelously rendered by Michael Nicholas Williams.

  This WITCH production of Carrie is highly polished and beyond enjoyable. It’s captivating and engaging, and whether it’s your cup of tea or not (it’s totally my cup of tea by the way), you won’t regret going, because you’ll experience pure, glorious escape. Not once will your mind wander; instead, you’ll lose yourself in the vibrancy and dynamism before you.

  WITCH’s Carrie is both visually and aurally spectacular. Honestly, I might go again.

• The Mummy (M) 113 Mins ★ Reviewed by Annabella Gamboni

  It was only while researching for this review that I came across the news that this year’s The Mummy is to be the start of a loosely-connected movie ‘series’ from Marvel, centred on ghoulish icky creatures and monsters.

  I hope they’re rethinking the idea after The Mummy, which is, overall, one of the blockbusters to miss this year. It’s strange, because you can see the money that’s been thrown at in every aspect of the film – from the casting of ageing heartthrob Tom Cruise to the admittedly impressive digital renditions of the evil girl spirit. But the movie comes across heartless and joyless; it’s all noise without any wonder.

  As in the original movie, bold treasure hunter Nick Morton (Cruise), stumbles across an unknown tomb in the Egyptian desert. His whole team dies, and Nick is cursed until the end of time by the mummy within; in this case, a young Egyptian princess named Ahmanet who murdered her whole family with black magic. As she is awoken she follows Nick to ensure his demise. And wow – he should have died. While the images never get gorey, Nick is knocked around like a rag doll, at least until he and a team of monster specialists get her under control. There’s also a very strange love triangle tension between Cruise, his love interest Jenny (Annabelle Wallis) and er – Ahmanet, the undead manifestation of evil. It’s very strange.

  Exorcising a curse is not a very fun process, but even so, this version of The Mummy takes itself so seriously, but so seriously under-executes, it’s not even ridiculous. It’s just tedious. The 1999 version of The Mummy starring Brendan Fraser was goofy, even camp. It knew that its moments of slapstick humour and its vulnerably charismatic lead sold its ridiculous plot, even as it was ripping off Indiana Jones. Tom Cruise skulking in a slick, glass government hideout with his phantom nowhere to be seen is nowhere near as entertaining as a shining Brendan Fraser bursting into every shot.

• The Maids Written by Jean Genet Directed by Samuel Phillips FLUX at Wellington Museum, 20th Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Two maids, Claire (Batanai Mashingaidze) and Solange (Keagan Carr Fransch), plot to murder their employer, known only as Madame (Stevie Hancox-Monk). Reality and fantasy intertwine in Madame’s bedroom, where Claire and Solange indulge in fantasy roleplays that at first speak of escape and later reek of menace.

  I’m aware that Genet’s The Maids has seen thousands of adaptations and performances across the globe since it first premiered in 1947. Having not seen any of these, I approach this production with fresh eyes and no prior knowledge of what has been done with the play in the past.

  The first thing that struck me about Andrew Paterson’s adaptation was its brevity – it’s very plot-driven, and implied elements of absurdism never quite come to fruition. The performances are as driven as the script, each actor presenting an electric, bold, dynamic energy that mesmerises us. Underneath the zest, it’s clear that each cast member possesses a deep and engaged understanding of their character. Performances are extreme but at the same time delicate and nuanced. Natural talent abounds; these were already some of my favourite actors.

  The performances are absolutely the highlight of this production, though I will say that at times the volume of the energy was too much for the tiny (but lovely, thanks FLUX!) space; shouting sometimes withdrew us from the moment.

  Patrick Carroll’s spatial design is intriguing and emphasises Claire and Solange’s tenuous grasp on reality. Whenever these characters leave the bedroom to go somewhere else in the script, the actors physically exit the space. Often, we are left to wait in silence for disconcerting periods of time before the action resumes. This heightens the tension within the play beautifully and makes us feel a very excellent kind of uncomfortable.

  Although I certainly enjoyed this production of The Maids and appreciated the fantastic performances and design elements therein, I do feel that nothing was said beyond the script and I wasn’t left with much to take away.

• Larger Than Life Written by Chris Rex Martin and Tainui Tukiwaho Directed by Tainui Tukiwaho Circa Theatre, 15th Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  In small town Ngaruawahia, singing siblings E-Honda (Chris Rex Martin), Tahi (Shadrack Simi), and Rua (Brady Peeti) sneak out of their home and catch the wrong bus to Wellington. The boys, aged between 8 and 12 respectively, are on their way to open for legendary musician John Rowles. A pregnant sheep, The Topp Twins, Prince Tui Teka, and the Finn Brothers all prove delightful deterrents on their journey, but ultimately, they make it to Welly. What happens when they get there is another story.

  The group, aptly named Larger Than Life, fluently integrate Te Reo Māori and English, song and speech, and direct address and roleplay to tell us this retrospective tale on their 2017 revival tour.

  Larger Than Life was written, directed, and performed with such conviction and sincerity, I genuinely thought it was a true story. I suppose I should have realised that we had covered 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s rural New Zealand and the performers wouldn’t have even been alive back then. Ultimately, I was so absorbed in the show, so captivated and moved by what I was seeing and hearing (those voices!), that logistics didn’t occur to me.

  This to me is the mark of a truly excellent production. They do say that logic and reason go out the window when love is involved, and not only did I love the show, the love that was poured into all aspects of it translated beautifully to the stage. I feel blessed to have witnessed Larger Than Life.

  During his mihi, Tainui asked for feedback as to whether Larger Than Life pushed the boundaries enough. We all know about the despicable, discriminatory language used back when this play was set, and simply hearing it on stage isn’t enough. I think the show needs to say something about the racism it broaches – perhaps if we had seen the characters react to it, it would have had more of an impact.

• Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (PG) 129 Mins ★ ★ Reviewed by Annabella Gamboni

  What Pirates of the Caribbean movie are we up to now? Yes, they’re still making them; this is the fifth entry into the Pirates canon, and is largely an unwieldy and unwelcome addition to the series.

  Dead Men Tell No Tales at least sticks to one Pirates tradition closely: a vague and uneven plot based on some kind of quest and a lot of mumbo-jumbo about sacred objects, vengeful ghosts, and old enemies. This one is about a holy trident, a magic compass, and Javier Bardem’s vengeful villain, the undead Captain Salazar.

  Usually, the producers also throw enough money and beautiful people at the film to distract you. For example, the spark and magic that was found in the very first Pirates of the Caribbean film was found in the balance between Hollywood beauties Orlando Bloom and Keira Knightley’s love story, and Johnny Depp’s transformation into the camp, perpetually intoxicated pirate-genius Captain Jack Sparrow.

  But in Dead Men Tell No Tales, the balance is off. The romance between Henry Turner (Brenton Thwaites), the son of Bloom and Knightley’s characters, and orphan girl Carina Smyth (Kaya Scodelario) is bereft of chemistry. And there is far, far too much Jack Sparrow. It’s like the performance that once garnered Depp’s first nomination for the Best Actor Oscar is now so iconic that it’s started parodying itself. I found myself wishing for the film to return to the boring lovers, so at least it would come to a less meandering, if slightly duller, conclusion.

  There are, however, some moments that provide a lift and show some of the old Pirates charm. There is a Paul McCartney cameo that is not only not terrible, but actually provided some of the most genuine laughter of the film. Of all people, Paul McCartney? We can only assume he accepted the role for his grandchildren.

  In the end, Dead Men Tells No Tales is a plodding, middling, mediocre franchise entry that despite being the shortest entry in the Pirates series, only succeeds in feeling like the longest.

• Wonder Woman (M) 141 Mins ★ ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Annabella Gamboni

  Wonder Woman, just like the character herself, has the weight of the world on its shoulders. As the biggest superhero film starring a female hero in years, Wonder Woman fans around the world braced themselves for a flop that would mean a likely end to any more super-women on our screens in the near future.

  But this film is not a flop; it’s a triumph. It tells the story of Wonder Woman, whose origins take liberally from Greco-Roman myth. As a girl, Diana (Gal Godot) trains to be a lethal female warrior on the mystically-protected Amazonian island of Themyscira, before being forced to leave and save humanity from the wrecking balls that are World War I and Aries, the god of war.

  Unlike Diana, I wish we could have stayed in Themyscira a little longer before leaving to London, as its world seemed rich and a little under-explored, despite the hasty exposition the film does via a child’s bedtime story. Its sets and costumes were breath-taking, not to mention the always show-stopping Robyn Wright (of House of Cards fame) as an Amazonian general.

  The best parts of the film come from its women. Israeli newcomer Godot lends both a tender girlishness and a passionate strength to our Wonder Woman that is equal parts compelling and complex. Her belief that every human life is precious was an extremely endearing love letter to humanity, and Diana’s spirit was rightly at the core of the story. Better yet, director Patty Jenkins adjusts her lens to focus on Diana’s dynamic strength and power, which is an immensely refreshing change to the hypersexualised female bodies in many comic franchises.

  Without spoiling too much, the cold intellectual fury of the film’s villain fell a bit short of what he was meant to be representing as Aries. He lacked an angry menace that any good war god should have – as wars are fought with blood on the battlefield, not just thought up in boardrooms.

• Three Days in the Country Written by Patrick Marber Directed by Susan Wilson Running at Circa Theatre until 24th Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Three Days in the Country is set in the mid-nineteenth century and follows the residents of Arkady’s country estate in Russia. Over the course of three days, members of the household and their guests experience the glorious, devastating effects of love in all its many forms.

  Natalya (Bronwyn Turei) is the lady of the household. Though Natalya first appears mercurial and restless, one gets the impression that prior to hiring handsome young Belyaev (Simon Leary) as a tutor for her son Kolya (a delightful and committed performance from our young star Alex Buyck), she lived out her days in a relatively reserved fashion. I can imagine Natalya to have held on to her resentments throughout the years, her frustration building in such a way that when we enter the story, we witness the proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s back. This is testament to Turei’s understanding of her character. Turei’s performance is three-dimensional, the depth and history she brings to Natalya a high point of this production. Indeed, each member of the cast displays this same expert craftsmanship.

  To me the star of the show is Gavin Rutherford, who plays Natalya’s besotted friend and confidant Rakitin. Gavin’s portrayal of a vulnerable man who finds release in self-deprecation is as gut-wrenching as his witty one-liners are hilarious.

  Whether you’ve been in love with a zesty tutor (Leary’s performance here is spirited yet genius; he’s more aware of his charm than he lets on) or not, you’ll find something within the text that resonates with you. Maybe you’ll remember the first loss you experienced as a child, or living in a waking dream after falling in love. Such is the evocative nature of Three Days in the Country. This is a beautiful tale told by a stellar cast of absolute professionals, set to stunning atmospheric music (Gareth Farr) with fantastic design elements that coexist in perfect balance.

  Three Days in the Country is a sensory experience and a sensational delight.

• Masaaki Suzuki & Juilliard 415 Presented by Chamber Music NZ Michael Fowler Centre, 30th May Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  This concert and group is somewhat of the jewel in the crown of the season. Speaking from recollection of last year’s finale and the teasers we were given of the players and concerts to come, I remember the introduction of this one standing out the most. For those who aren’t aware, The Julliard School is one of (if not the number one) performing arts school in the world and Juilliard415 is the principal period instrument ensemble, founded in 2009. The ensemble tours nationwide.

  One of the main things that stood out for me as a whole was the freshness of the pieces. What most people don’t realise, or don’t take into account when listening to classical music, is that the music itself is in fact centuries old. This isn’t an exaggeration, as the works from this concert are from the 17th century. What really fascinated me about the conductor, Masaaki Suzuki, was that not only did he and Juilliard415 resurrect Bach’s pieces – he showed us the true vivacity and glory of how it would have sounded fresh off Bach’s own sheet music. Have you ever seen a watercolour from a similar period in time, in a book and then in front of you? The colours are more vivid, the subjects more alive than what you assumed from seeing them on the page. That is what Suzuki has done here; he has taken away the tissue paper and put our nose to the canvas.

  A mention as well here to the soprano, Rebecca Farley, as she really blew away the audience and almost stole the show. We were treated to Ich habe gueng, her Recitative within which was utterly explosive. You could feel its power rows back.

  Chamber Music New Zealand never fail to impress and keep us in awe of what and who is coming next. This was such an elated concert and will be difficult to top for most organisers, but from experience, not Chamber Music.

• The Basement Tapes Written by Stella Reid, Jane Yonge, Thomas Lambert, and Oliver Morse Directed by Jane Yonge BATS Theatre, 30th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  A 20-something (Stella Reid) prepares her late Grandmother’s home for sale. The girl’s mother and father aren’t really in the picture and she doesn’t have any siblings, so she’s forced to go about the task alone. She seems to take this in her stride, twerking around the basement to hip hop bangers while sifting through her grandmother’s possessions. She orders pizza, she tries on fur coats, she does old word finder puzzles, and all seems well.

  The Basement Tapes is an explosive work that delivers much of what you’d expect from this premise and much of what you wouldn’t. Emphasis on the latter ‘much’. I can’t give it away here, but it’s not all tea and scones, paisley patterns, and musty rugs. It’s a wild ride that throws you completely off guard.

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen an audience behave as such a collective before. We gasped in unison, screamed (yes, screamed) simultaneously, held our breath as one, and chortled in chorus. On the chortling note, The Basement Tapes is funny, which you also wouldn’t really expect. Primarily though, it’s a disorientating one-woman show “that shakes one’s previously held beliefs or assumptions about the nature of reality.”

  The above is the Urban Dictionary definition of a two-part word, beginning with ‘mind’, that is too rude to print here.

  Throughout The Basement Tapes, sound, space, and lighting work together in perfect, exquisite harmony. Visionary moments include disconnected lamps illuminating (Jason Longstaff) and the jittery transfer of a recording from a small, tinny tape player to the main sound system (Thomas Lambert).

  While watching the show, I had thought that Stella Reid’s (fantastic, insane, mind-blowing) performance peaked a little too soon. Why was she so alarmed by her grandmother’s voice upon hearing the first tape? Why was she being so dramatic? At the conclusion of The Basement Tapes, I withdrew this initial criticism. Her reaction was completely justified. You’ll just have to see the show to find out why.

• DJ Trump Written, Directed, and Presented by Alexander Sparrow Cavern Club, 24th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Alexander Sparrow is an award-winning President Donald Trump impersonator.

  I never made it to Sparrow’s original breakthrough show, The President. As much as I wanted to see it, I couldn’t bring myself to go once Trump was elected. It just felt a bit… morbid. I was legitimately looking forward to going out on a school night to poke fun at such a ridiculous character when I, like the rest of New Zealand, thought his candidacy was a comical farce and that he’d never make it. But then Donald J Trump actually became the President of the United States of America (wait, what?).

  Those who have the same concerns as I did need not worry when it comes to DJ Trump. If you haven’t made it to one of Sparrow’s shows yet, because you, like me, are still hoping that someone is going to jump out of the White House and scream “haahahha, just kidding”, you should go see DJ Trump.

  DJ Trump features all of what you’d expect from a Trump impersonation show and then a bit of what you wouldn’t. The President (eh?) is holding a rally. He stands at a podium and rants about Mexicans, women, money, and sex. But then he stands down and starts telling us about his childhood – his pointy-haired mother, his distant father, and his long-standing aspiration to become a world-famous hip-hop artist. And then he raps. Yes, really.

  Alexander Sparrow strikes a delicate balance between realism and surrealism; parody and impersonation with an insane amount of panache and charisma. It’s dumbfounding how hilarious he is. And DJ Trump doesn’t hurt your soul too much, because even though it feels like the real President (pardon?) is standing right in front of you, the show is written in such a way that you can disassociate yourself from the harsh realities of our current state of affairs and just fully, joyfully engage in what you’re watching. Which is a very bloody good show.

• Daughters of Heaven Written by Michelanne Forster Directed by Helen Mackenzie Gryphon Theatre, 17th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Daughters of Heaven tells the well-known New Zealand tale of Pauline Parker (Cathy-Ellen Paul) and Juliet Hulme (Michelle Keating), who bludgeoned Pauline’s mother Honora Mary Rieper (Ange Bickford) to death with half a brick in a stocking in 1954. The two girls were aged 16 and 15 at the time.

  Stagecraft’s Daughters of Heaven features wonderful performances (particularly by Bickford and Boyes) and fantastic costume design (Mary Coffey), but requires a few things to take it to the next level. While the second half is dynamic and driven, the first stagnates at times. I believe this can be put down to three things: lighting, transitions, and physicality.

  One lighting rig pointed directly at the audience, meaning that some moments of the show were, quite literally, blinding. In general, we were often illuminated. This prevented us from becoming fully immersed in the show. Illuminating the audience is usually a convention of theatre that breaks the fourth wall, and while Daughters of Heaven does feature direct address, I don’t feel interaction is the overarching purpose of the play.

  I spoke to a fellow audience member during the interval, who summed it up perfectly when he said: “you should either fully commit to a transition, or pretend it isn’t happening.” The transitions in Daughters of Heaven seemed confused: the lighting dimmed only momentarily, sometimes flickering and sometimes reaching blackout. When blackouts did occur, the moments weren’t held long enough. A lot of furniture was moved unnecessarily and almost lethargically, creating lengthy transitions that slowed the pace of the piece.

  I know kissing can be extremely awkward for cast members, but unfortunately, this translated to the stage. It is hard to swallow that two people are so madly in love that they would murder anyone who stood in their way when you cannot believe their affections are genuine. This is a real shame, because otherwise, Paul and Keating’s performances were fantastic.

  With a few minor tweaks and adjustments, this could be a truly excellent work.

• Firebird Presented by Orchestra Wellington Michael Fowler Centre, 13th May Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Followers of Orchestra Wellington will remember that the finale we left off with at the end of last year was the ‘final words’ of composers. We suitably began the 2017 season with the ‘first words’ of composers Beethoven and Stravinsky, as well as a commissioned piece by well-known New Zealand composer John Elmsly.

  Neither too much nor too little can be said for Beethoven’s first symphony, but I am glad that Taddei chose to discuss the link between the students learning from the masters, as I’ve always found the influence and dedication to Beethoven’s own teachers to be transparent in Symphony No.1. Taddei referenced the composers within this concert whose first works were comparable to their own master’s styles; for example, Beethoven and his predominant teacher, Haydn. Symphony No.1 draws parallels to Haydn’s style but interestingly, Beethoven’s first Symphony exudes a brash ego reminding us of Mozart, although we recognise the whole architectural taste as distinctly Beethoven now. Taddei brings this all together perfectly and encompasses a seamless balance with the Orchestra.

  Concerto for Violin and Orchestra was an enjoyable light touch from Elmsly. I specifically liked the third movement Chasing the River Sound; it was high paced and revitalising. This was an interesting embodiment of the figurative chase along the bank following the water itself, but also an erratic heartbeat within the chaser led by the percussion.

  Russian composer Stravinsky handles traditional Russian dance impeccably in Firebird, this being in theory the epitome of Russian ballet. The ballet and story itself are of course based on a fairy tale. Taddei and the Orchestra’s emphasis on the mystical sensitivity emanating from the music was a particular delight.

  Guest violinist Jun Hong Loh was the highlight of the concert for me. His many accolades, prestigious bearings, and awards should prepare you for his monumental skill but to witness him perform in person is indescribable. The name Niccolo Paganini springs to mind, associated rumours and all…

• Olive Copperbottom Written and Performed by Penny Ashton Running at Circa Theatre until 27th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Olive Copperbottom is a one-woman, multi-character show. By multi, I mean over 10. Honestly, it’s insane.

  Penny Ashton is our star, and though I cannot name each of her characters, I can give you the general gist of the storyline. As you may have guessed, the show tells the tale of Olive Copperbottom. After losing her mother at a very young age, Olive is forced to live in a horrid orphanage, where Mrs. Sourtart abuses the children, drinks a lot of gin, and, just in general, smells really bad. Olive and Edward are in love, but when a tiff with Sourtart turns – well… sour, Olive is forced to flee. She finds fame and a makeshift family within the theatre community, but her Russian co-star doesn’t like her very much. Probably because Olive is so kind, talented, and successful. I shan’t give much more away, but there’s also a locket, a ghost, a missing eye, a meatless pie, and a lot more gin involved.

  The first thing I’d like to say is that this is very clever comedy. Historical references combine with topical ones to create a wonderful theatrical language I’ve not seen the likes of in a long time. I also don’t think I’ve ever seen one person work that hard on stage and believe I speak for the whole audience when I say that Ashton’s efforts absolutely paid off.

  Ashton is a masterful actor, conjuring dozens of characters from the depths of her imagination and deftly displaying them to this doting audience. It’s important to note here that, though at times Ashton literally jumped from one side of the stage to the other in her attempt to embody four different people at once, I never once lost track of the plot, or indeed, who was speaking at what time. Plus, there’s singing! Yes, this is also a musical! Outstanding!

  For a truly absorbing, electrically energetic, madly captivating hour, you must see Olive Copperbottom.

• Kathryn Stott & NZSQ Presented by Chamber Music NZ Michael Fowler Centre, 8th May Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  I thoroughly enjoy the NZSQ every time I see them play and feel truly privileged to see such visionaries perform. I liken it to watching your favourite actor onscreen, seeing them in new movies from time to time. The new co-lead here is Kathryn Stott, and she complements the NZSQ beautifully.

  Our first piece is still, echoing by Gillian Whitehead, inspired by Gregory O’Brien’s poem Te Whanga Lagoon. The piece masters the repetition and rhythm of the book The Whale Years which the poem is in; static, yet with a flow which is mirrored by the echo effect the piano and quartet take from the poem. I felt that there were parallels between a life span and with the flow of water, the current through the lagoon and into the ocean. This was expressed by the lulls and calms paired with the erratic energy seemingly in a cycle of the highs and lows of life – the echoes again, as this motif even echoes itself – but ending with a climax and release of death: water into the ocean.

  The second piece was Dutilleux’s Piano Sonata. This was well chosen, as it truly represents Dutilleux’s defiance to the sombre period in which he found himself to blossom as a composer, during France’s recovery from German occupation. Stott spoke briefly before her performance, mentioning she particularly enjoys the piece because it is so “full of colour”. She, in my opinion, brought in more hues to the spectrum than I have heard in any rendition of Dutilleux. Stott was utterly dynamic, but with a fluidity and grace that spoke with the piece.

  The second half was solely Dvorak, Piano Quintet in A Major, op.81. Dvorak is particularly fun with his traditionalist dance score undertones and his strings are always divine. Resonant but not overpowering on the piano, Stott masters the conversational pace of the piece and again, with such fluidity. Dvorak really was a visionary of his time; he knew his craft impeccably well, and Chamber Music New Zealand matched such a piece with world renowned players – awe inspiring.

• Aotearoa Plus Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Hamish McKeich Michael Fowler Centre, 5th May Reviewed by Jennie Jones and Tamsin Evans

  On paper, this programme lacked appeal to your reviewers. However, any illusions of modern music being generally more difficult to engage with than time-honoured classics were dispelled by the performance on the night and memories of the concert for several days afterward.

  The opening piece, Mémoriale (... explosante-fixe... Originel) by the late Pierre Boulez was a dazzling yet subtle example of modern sound interspersed with chamber music and the delicate playing of the NZSO's own Principal Flautist Bridget Douglas.

  The most recent work on the programme was the world premiere of Gareth Farr's Cello Concerto (Chemin des Dames.) In a brief pre-performance conversation, Farr spoke of the benefit of having been able to collaborate with the soloist, Sébastien Hurtaud, while composing the concerto. His deeper understanding of the cello's sound and potential were used effectively. What he produced was a very evocative and visual piece, mentally casting up the many images we have become more familiar with during this centennial commemoration of the First World War.

  Hurtaud's playing was dynamic, both forceful and light, and shone through brilliantly, whether he was given clear space or was playing against the orchestra. The concerto started quietly and built through an ardent lamentation towards a final movement that effectively realised all the sound, fury, and confusion of the battlefield.

  The second half was Naïve and Sentimental Music by John Adams. Practically every member of the NZSO (plus a few extras) must have taken the stage to form an orchestra at least a hundred strong. A number of musical themes are heard throughout the piece, presenting the opportunity for soloists such as the bassoon to distinguish themselves. The first and third (final) movements were lively, complex pieces of harmony and rhythm sitting each side of the much quieter middle section. McKeich held the orchestra in check and clearly demanded a level of precision that brought each movement to an end perfect in itself.

• Chichester Psalms Presented by Orpheus Choir St Paul’s Cathedral, 29th April Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  What an exuberant concert brought to us by the Orpheus Choir, they never cease to amaze. Personally, I had been looking forward to this concert for quite some time, specifically the second half – the Chichester Psalms themselves. Having spent the better half of my childhood in Chichester, England, I’ve had the honour of visiting the magnificent cathedral many, many times. Being given a chance to relive this, even for a brief moment in St Paul’s Cathedral in Wellington, was extremely special.

  Thomas Gaynor was on the choir organ throughout. Sadly, the Cathedral organ was damaged in the recent quake, not that that seemed to make a difference to the performance; now I am just more excited to see him play at St Mary’s Cathedral on the Maxwell Fernie! I really felt Gaynor had amity with the pieces played and it was a particularly nice touch to have him play Part 4 of Seven Last Words from the Cross alone, without the choir.

  In Seven Last Words from the Cross, James MacMillian shows a very true and powerful exaltation of the “final words of Christ”. For me, the choir and Gaynor made me experience the piece in a very different light, really throwing juxtaposition on The Kubler-Ross model of the five stages of grief. The Cathedral architecture itself added to some of the abstract themes of the lament, giving the audience a mixture of delay in sound and echo effects and yet surrounding the listeners in the embrace of the music.

  After a much-needed interval from the heaviness of MacMillan, we heard what I had been waiting for: Chichester Psalms by Leonard Bernstein. Cheerful, joyful, and triumphant, these pieces exude praise and love, entwined with peaking passion but balanced with soothing peace. Gaynor was racing on the organ and the choir was happy to keep up. These two pieces presented a huge contrast between the two halves, both representing different sides of the interpretation of Christianity as a faith. Music director Brent Stewart couldn’t have produced a finer concert. Again, I’m looking forward to the next one!

• Mr and Mrs Alexander: Sideshows & Psychics Written by Lizzie Tollemache and David Ladderman Directed by Mike Friend Running at Circa Theatre until 6th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Mr and Mrs Alexander: Sideshows & Psychics is a metatheatrical magic show that follows both married couple Lizzie Tollemache and David Ladderman and their on-stage personas: Victorian showbiz wizzes Mr and Mrs Alexander. The performers combine storytelling with illusion and mentalism, presenting historical insight into the lives of 19th century carnival performers as well as real live magic tricks.

  During the show, we see juggling, hypnotism, spoon bending, an expanding head, a near death experience, and telepathic communication. Tollemache and Ladderman are charismatic masters of these tricks, never once dropping the act.

  Unfortunately, thanks to the infamous US TV series Penn & Teller: Bulls**t!, I wasn’t roped in by any of the illusions featured on stage. This is a mighty shame and certainly not the fault of these wonderful performers. Thankfully, even if you don’t believe in the supernatural or you’re a complete sceptic, there’s still something in Mr and Mrs Alexander: Sideshows & Psychics for you.

  The costumes are vibrant and alluring, transporting the audience to 1888 and transforming the sparse set around them. The story is fascinating and well told – for this alone I’d recommend your attendance. And even if you know how a trick is done, it’s still a delight to see it done so well.

  The show features a fair amount of audience interaction, and while most members were happy to comply, one was not. When Ladderman realised this, he quickly and courteously moved on. However, Tollemache subsequently said that if you don’t come up on stage when called, you’ll “come across as a bit of a c*ck”. The audience member in question did not return after the interval. Whether or not this statement was directed at this particular individual, I felt it was rather harsh – you don’t know why someone may be uncomfortable participating in a stage show and should therefore treat all spectators with respect.

• Beauty and the Beast (PG) 129 mins ★ ★ ★ ★ ½ Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Admittedly I was a bit late to see this movie, having somewhat quietly scorned it. But I was finally won over after hearing Ian McKellen talk about how much fun he had making it, and it was worth it!

  For those who call it a remake of the original Disney movie, this is a bit of an understatement. As soon as the opening credits started, there I was sitting cross legged on the carpet over 20 years ago having just popped the VHS tape in for the hundredth time that week. It is almost an exact replica, scene for scene, except with more adult humour and nuance.

  Cinematically it was incredible, and I found it interesting to note that while all the castle’s staff were CGI animated, the Beast himself (Dan Stevens) was “in a suit… on stilts”. You always have that vision of Andy Serkis in a green suit whenever they do full body shot CGI acting, so it was good to know Emma Watson wasn’t dancing around with that.

  Something must be said about the cast though; I honestly felt that everyone was so perfect. You listen to the original Mrs Potts (Angela Lansbury) compared to now (Emma Thompson), and it could be the same person. And who would have thought of Ewan McGregor as Lumière?? My personal favourite was Gaston (Luke Evans) as he was so spot on, though my only criticism is that they could have made him bulk up for the role a little more. Having got almost everything else so right, it didn’t really make sense not to have Gaston at least roughly the size of a barge. This really is being particularly critical though, as Evans fully did the character justice.

  Keen observers will note that the writers have incorporated a little more from the original story. For example, the rose that Belle’s father picks being white was a particularly nice touch. I think as far as we have come with Disney live remakes, this one really holds the ticket.

• The Hell Season of Hand to God Written by Robert Askins Directed by Lyndee-Jane Rutherford Running at Circa Theatre until 20th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  This show features puppets, but it is not a puppet show and it is definitely not for children. This review is not for children either, so avert your eyes, little ones.

  Hand To God follows adolescent Jason (Tom Clarke) and his mother Margery (Amy Tarleton), a “good Christian woman” who has recently lost her husband to heart disease. Struggling to cope with the loss of his father, Jason finds solace in his puppet Tyrone. Tyrone is a green-skinned, red-haired, filthy badass – the id to Jason’s ego, if you will. While Jason tries to uphold the values instilled by his mother and the church, and particularly, to treat his love interest Jessica (Hannah Banks) with respect, Tyrone runs rampant, biting off ears and humping other puppets with gusto.

  Meanwhile, Margery is fending off two men – Pastor Greg (Peter Hambleton), and teenager Timothy (Jack Buchanan), whose low-riding jeans function as more than just a fashion statement.

  Although Hand to God is a side-splitting riot, there’s a lot going on beneath the surface. Its characters are well developed and its storyline complex, with satisfying climaxes (pun intended) in all the right places. When you exit the show and you’re done laughing, which should take a few hours, you’ll still be left with things to think about and a few vivid images that may or may not have burned your eyes and made you scream with mirth.

  This production is beyond outstanding, each of its elements world class. Buchanan’s shameless vulgarity, Tarleton’s hysterical meltdown, Banks’ ingenious idea, Clarke’s gut-wrenching vulnerability, and Hambleton’s unexpected heroics are all stand out moments and portrayals. These performances have soared so far past the top tier of acting, they’ve landed somewhere in the stratosphere. Rutherford’s direction is flawless and cohesive, while Ian Harman’s revolving set design is absolutely brilliant.

  This is the naughtiest, most sensational, and best comedy I have seen in a very long time. Go. See. It. Now.

• Wilfrid Gordon McDonald Partridge Stage adaptation by Peter Wilson and Kenneth King Directed by Lyndee-Jane Rutherford Presented by Little Dog Barking Theatre Company BATS Theatre, 22nd Apr Reviewed by Susan Barker

  This production uses rod puppets to create a stage version of the much-loved children’s story Wilfrid Gordon McDonald Partridge by Mem Fox.

  Although the book is quite short, the play significantly extends the narrative. An older Wilfrid Gordon McDonald Partridge (the only human character) sets the scene, and explains that when he was a child he lived next door to a nursing home. We then meet the young Wilfrid (in puppet form) and the “funny old people” that he would chat with regularly. We are taken through the memories of Mrs Jordan, who plays the organ and relates her passion for music; Mr Hosking, who tells scary stories and is a former librarian; Mrs Mitchell, who walks with a stick and was once a dancer; and Mr Drysdale, a former farmer who has a voice like a giant and misses his sheep dog.

  In between these stories, a confused elderly woman wanders about with a suitcase. This is, of course, Miss Nancy Alison Delacourt Cooper. We then get to the storyline of the book: Wilfrid is quite fond of Miss Nancy because they both have four names, and he then successfully helps her remember some of her past with objects he gives her.

  This production has all the makings of being brilliant (and for adults, it is), but I found it was hit-and-miss with the audience. Many of the younger children were distracted. In my own camp, my son, who is familiar with the book, was anxious for the story to progress. Younger children may not be old enough to see the play through to the end, which unfortunately means they might miss the larger concepts of memory and the value of relationships between the young and old. The beauty of the book is that it is short enough to hold a young child’s attention, but also contains meaningful themes.

• Paper Shaper Devised by Peter Wilson and Tim Denton Directed by Peter Wilson Presented by Little Dog Barking Theatre Company BATS Theatre, 21st Apr Reviewed by Susan Barker

  Paper Shaper is a gentle, lovely story of a little man who lives in picture form on the side of a rubbish bin. When no one is around, he comes to life and uses the paper tossed in the bin to create birds, flowers, butterflies, and a sun – essentially, a whole world.

  The play takes place in a park with the set consisting of a rubbish bin, trees, and a park bench. The paper shaper quickly endears himself to the audience, constructing magnificent paper creations, comically struggling with the heat of his self-designed sun, and dealing with the aftermath of the rain clouds he made as a solution.

  The production is advertised as “The antithesis of big brand kids’ entertainment such as Hi-5 or the Wiggles”. This could not be more accurate. There were no flashing images, thumping music, or over the top theatrics. The children are drawn in gently and carefully, making this production perfect for under-5s. Every movement is gradual so that the children have no problem keeping up. I have to say, as an adult, it forced me (in a good way) to just slow down and enjoy – I think parents, along with children, can get addicted to fast-paced entertainment.

  The crux of the story begins when an older man comes to the park to enjoy a picnic and has his plastic bottle and Styrofoam container rejected (or rather ejected) by the paper shaper. Although the encounter is initially frustrating, by the end of the play they form a friendship.

  Paper Shaper maintained a wonderful balance of giving the children a storyline they could follow, while leaving enough room for them to use their own imaginations. I think the toddler seated behind me summed up the play for most of the audience when he stood up at the end and proclaimed, “That was amazing!”

• The Lego Batman Movie (PG) 104 minutes ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  When the first Lego Movie came out in 2014, I wasn’t particularly interested in seeing it as I thought it was just for kids. I can’t remember why I did see it in the end – I think there’s a chance I was dragged to a screening by a small child – but I remember how much I loved it. Yes, it was a kid’s movie, but there was so much in it for adults. Think The Simpsons, which you never knew was filled with dirty jokes until you saw it when you were much older. The Lego Movie was hilarious, innovative, and enjoyable for all ages. Batman was a stand-out character too, so when I found out about The Lego Batman Movie, I was dying to go.

  The Lego Batman Movie charts Bruce Wayne’s (Will Arnett’s) daily routine: reheating lobster in the microwave, chilling out in the Batcave with his best friend Computer (Siri), playing dress up with Alfred (Ralph Fiennes), and of course, fighting crime. In the film, Batman takes on the usual suspects: Joker (Zach Galifianakis) and the like, and the not-so-usual – Voldemort (Eddie Izzard) and Sauron (Jemaine Clement), to name a few. There’s a bit of unrequited bromance going on, as Joker wants to be Batman’s ‘worst enemy’, but Batman’s too flaky for that relationship status. Oh, and there’s Bruce Wayne’s inadvertent adoption of a young orphan voiced by Michael Cera.

  The plot is chock-a-block, yet the film manages to go from high-octane action scenes to close-up slow-mo sob shots and back again without much else in between. Despite everything that happens, I could use five statements to sum up The Lego Batman Movie. “Batman’s got no friends but pretends it doesn’t matter.” “Batman fights people, punches things.” “Batman should probably try to make friends.” “Batman fights people, punches things.” “Batman makes friends. Yay.”

  Perhaps I’m being a bit harsh, as ultimately, this is a kid’s movie. I just felt that it paled in comparison to the first Lego Movie and expected more.

• Play On! Written by Rick Abbot Directed by Neil Haydon Gryphon Theatre, 5th Apr Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  With opening night looming, an amateur theatre company rehearses a classic whodunit play. Regrettably, they’re a little behind schedule. Half the set is missing (including a vital couch), the sound effects leave a lot to be desired, and the cast isn’t off-book yet.

  The troupe’s Director Gerry (Steve Bell) is understandably a little anxious about this, while Stage Manager Aggie (Rosie Gallen) seems to have gracefully accepted her fate. Meanwhile, passive-aggressive Stage Technician Louise (Annette Cochran) responds by picking up her hammer at the most inopportune times.

  However, nobody is at fault but the playwright – Phyllis Montague (hilariously enacted by Sue Reeves), who really should have submitted her final script at least three weeks ago.

  This Wellington Repertory Theatre production of Play On! is charming and delightful, with an in-sync cast demonstrating the concerted effort they have poured into their performance. This play is no mean feat: actors must play characters who play actors who get the lines wrong, but they need to learn multiple incorrect versions of the correct line as well as the correct line itself in order to drive the plot forward. Absolute kudos to this cast, and indeed, the crew, who played the correct incorrect sound effect and correctly placed the incorrect prop perfectly.

  I feel that the script itself is underdeveloped. During opening night, the playwright walks out three times, because, as you can imagine, everything that could possibly go wrong does. Perhaps the cast of Murder Most Foul could have performed perfectly after Phyliss walked out, but fumbled over their lines the minute she returned. The relationships between members of the theatre company too are underexplored, with hints of romance lingering unsatisfactorily.

  Wellington Repertory Theatre have here proved that hard work, drive, and talent can transform an average script. Stand out actors include Susannah Donovan and Josh Kingsford, although each cast member brings their own unique merits and quirks to the table. Overall, this is a highly entertaining and polished production.

• I am Tasha Fierce Written by Rose Kirkup BATS Theatre, 28th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The similarities between Upper Hutt-onian Tasha and her role model, Beyoncé, are striking. Both have mums called Tina. Both have best friends whose names start with K. And Tasha’s name even rhymes with Bey’s alter-ego, Sasha.

  In I am Tasha Fierce, Tasha (Rose Kirkup) delivers the story of her life so far from a bathtub. She is fully clothed and submerged centre stage, dripping wet and surrounded by pink everything: towels, drink bottles, shampoo bottles, and even a sparkly Book of Bey, her source of inspiration when times get tough. The bathtub is subtly lit (by Lucie Camp) in soft, pastel hues. Rarely does the state change, and rarely too, does Tasha get out of her bath. When she does, everything changes, and we’re treated to pounding karaoke and rainbow strobe lighting as Tasha demonstrates her stellar dance moves to this doting audience.

  Tasha grew up in the Hutt, and aside from her best friend Kasey, her uncle Vinnie, her aunty Linda, and her feral mum, she doesn’t really have anyone special in her life. Except, of course, for Beyoncé.

  When Tasha loses her real-life best friend after a familial spat, she moves to Welly, because according to Bey’s 10 commandments, “you must always keep progressing.” In the capital, she goes to the gym, visits Mish Mosh on the regular, and works in an accounting firm as a receptionist. She seems to be doing ok until Kasey walks back into her life and forces her to remove all Beyoncé memorabilia from her desk. This even includes Tasha’s Beyoncé mousepad. #sonotcool.

  While hilarious and outrageously fun, I am Tasha Fierce is surprisingly touching. Kirkup elicits sympathy and affection from the audience without explicitly portraying a character that needs it. She conveys Tasha’s loneliness with expertise, crafting both her dialogue and delivery to imply a profound sadness beneath each line. Plus, she can bust a mean rhyme.

  I am Tasha Fierce is a well crafted story, told with flair and a very unique panache.

• Twenty One Pilots Emotional Roadshow World Tour TSB Bank Arena, 24th Mar Reviewed by Sarah Collins

  With entertainment and surprises around every corner, the Twenty One Pilots concert showcased pure talent. I arrived with a friend of mine who, believe it or not, had never attended a concert in her life. In her words, the evening was “wowzers.”

  There was such a diversity of ages present, some as young as six years old. Mister six was sitting next to me with his earmuffs on, staring out at the sold-out crowd of 3,000 fans, most of whom were wearing the trademark red and black colours of Twenty One Pilots.

  The interaction between the audience and Twenty One Pilots was mind-blowing. The band went from performing onstage to lead vocalist Tyler Joseph appearing in the seating stands like magic. If that wasn't enough, they also had another disappearing act and ended up playing in the middle of the standing crowd. At one point, percussionist and drummer Josh Dun enjoyed some old-fashioned crowd surfing with a twist; he had the crowd hold his drums and a platform for him to stand and perform on.

  Josh later performed an amazing drum solo, battling against what fans say is his own "blurry face" (alter ego) on screen until his head exploded. The action didn't stop there though – Tyler then entered into a blown-up Zorb ball and proceeded to roll around on the crowd of standing fans.

  Thousands of people sang along to a heartfelt cover of Elvis’ Can’t Help Falling in Love, with phone lights flickering across the arena. Stressed Out, Heathens and Lane Boy were among some of my other personal favourites.

  Twenty One Pilots are not only amazing performers; they are also musically gifted, playing several different instruments such as piano, tambourine, drums, bass, trumpet, and ukulele. The fact they entertained and back flipped just as well as they sang and played was phenomenal.

  Having seen over thirty-five concerts in my life so far, I can say with complete honesty that this one takes the cake and has been my favourite of all time.

• Adele Mt Smart Stadium, 25th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  “Have you come to have a good time?” yells Adele encouragingly, spurring us on. Her 50,000 fans scream ecstatically in response. “Well, good luck. You’re in for two hours of misery while I sing about my ex-boyfriends.”

  Misery, this concert was not. The legendary songstress has us in hysterics from the get-go with her self-deprecating humour and charm. She is insanely down to earth, interspersing incredible renditions of her songs with playful banter and jibes. At one point, she even picks her nose, citing Auckland’s climate as booger-inducing madness.

  The first line of the concert is a sing-song “Hello”, and we all know what’s coming. We’ve been fixated on a stunning projection of those iconic eyes since 5:30pm, and it’s now 8pm. When the eyes open and the lights dim down, the crowd goes absolutely, incomparably wild.

  Adele is in the round. Above the stage is a square screen, projecting live footage of her performance as well as beautifully curated snippets of her music videos to each corner of the audience.

  “Before we get into it, I want to do something really incredible for you”, says Adele, as a Māori kapa haka group marches on stage to perform a waiata for her. It’s a gesture of respect and welcome from both sides that makes me feel proud to be a Kiwi.

  From there, Adele performs a balance of hit songs from her albums 19, 21, and 25. We’re allowed a glimpse into the inspiration behind the songs, with one story about the making of Skyfall – punctuated with that trademark cackle – proving totally hilarious. When We Were Young is a tear-jerker, Rolling in the Deep impassioned and fiery (and fireworkey), and Someone Like You a phenomenal finale. The crowd is instructed to sing along with this one and we rise to the challenge, screaming ourselves hoarse with glee.

  I’m in awe of Adele the whole evening. Such is her talent that more than once, I catch myself thinking she must be lip syncing. She’s not though; she’s just that good.

• Elgar & Strauss Presented by the NZSO Conducted by Edo de Waart Michael Fowler Centre, 25 March Reviewed by Abigail McKoy and Judy McKoy

  This, the first concert of the 2017 subscription series, attracted a near capacity audience to a programme in which the NZSO gave us a taste of what is to come in its 70th year.

  Concert-goers were well settled in with Mendelssohn’s enduring Hebrides Overture (Fingal’s Cave) which served to introduce and complement the musical sentiments about the natural world evoked in the Elgar & Strauss pieces around which the evening was devised. Warm strings, brass and wind led us on a pleasing, evocative musical adventure and back again in a sensitive rendition of this romantic work.

  Edward Elgar’s popular song cycle Sea Pictures for voice and orchestra brought a different energy to the programme. Each of the five poems set to music in this work touched on the vagaries of life, death and beyond, all the while accompanied by a luxurious orchestral score with its shifting harmonies and emerging translucent melodies. The watery images were certainly there, and the stunning performance by the renowned Mezzo Soprano Michelle DeYoung brought this colourful work to a very appreciative audience.

  The NZSO never fails to please, and the pièce de resistance of the evening followed the interval. The words ‘visual symphony’ came to mind as the audience was greeted with a much enlarged orchestra – bountiful brass and wind sections, two harps, an organ, and “watch this space” additions of wind machines to the line-up on stage. Richard Strauss wrote Eine Alpensinfonie (An Alpine Symphony) as a man who had a deep love of adventures in the Bavarian Alps. This work was of truly large proportions and a highly visual and sensory experience. All the orchestral forces were unleashed as we were treated to an alpine journey which mirrored life’s ups and downs.

  Musical conversations between instruments, majestic soaring passages, inviting melodies and all the forces of nature unleashed made this a fitting end to a thoroughly memorable evening.

• Don Henley TSB Bank Arena, 25th Mar Reviewed by Susan Barker

  Jewel opened the concert and seemed aware that she was playing to a Henley crowd; asking early on through the lines of one of her songs if the audience “loved her”. Throughout the performance she was playful and endearing, even stopping mid-tune to say that she wasn’t in the mood for the song and taking a request from the audience. By the end of her set she had certainly attained the love she sought from Wellington, although her impressive vocal range, stripped back versions of her hit songs, and poignant delivery would have accomplished this in itself.

  Don Henley needs no introduction. The former Eagle is one of America’s greatest singer-songwriters. Henley, along with a 15-piece band, delivered a show that was meticulously choreographed and flawless musically.

  The show opened with the Eagles song 7 Bridges Road. Henley went on to play almost all of his solo hits, including Boys of Summer, Dirty Laundry, New York Minute, and The Heart of the Matter. From the Eagles catalogue, Henley performed One of These Nights, Witchy Woman, and a touching tribute to the recently passed Glenn Frey (co-founder of The Eagles, and Henley’s song-writing partner) that included Wasted Time and Desperado. To the crowd’s delight, there was a riveting performance of Hotel California.

  The music alone was enough to make the night incredible, but Henley went a step further. His interaction with the crowd was intimate and he clearly has a gift for story-telling. He made a few political comments, saying that everything was a mess back home and the world had gone bat sh*t crazy, but went on to give us historical context behind many of the songs. From childhood memories to love interests, he shared the inspiration behind musical masterpieces. He was comical at times, poking fun at his own weight, and at others deeply reflective. He related all of this with a humble demeanour, and we were all drawn into the intimate conversation – the concert closed after two encores and the crowd cheering for more.

• Un Roi Arthur Presented by Les Grooms The Opera House, 22nd Mar Reviewed by Susan Barker

  Un Roi Arthur is presented by Les Grooms and is part of Capital E’s National Arts Festival. The French group bring a blend of many genres to the stage including theatre, orchestra, opera, pantomime, and improv. They have performed for audiences in 34 countries across five continents; the National Arts Festival was the New Zealand premiere of Un Roi Arthur.

  The story, guided by eight brass musicians and two opera singers, takes Henry Purcell's King Arthur and renders it comical, outrageous, bizarre, and at times fantastically ridiculous.

  At the beginning of the performance we are informed that this is not King Arthur as we know it. There is no holy grail, no Guinevere, etc. We were instructed to cheer King Arthur and boo the Saxton King – the children were more than happy to comply.

  The heroic quest begins with a very cheeky brass band leading the way. We meet King Arthur who falls asleep during the preparations for war and his blind and very clumsy love interest, who of course is the Saxton King’s as well. The story continues and features everything from magic tricks and human sacrifice musical chairs, to mock silent film and slapstick pantomime.

  Much of the humour in the play, though highly entertaining for the adults, was possibly a bit too subtle to hold the children’s attention. The play is recommended for ages 7-14. My 7 and 10 year olds had trouble following what was going on and most of it went over their heads. I think ultimately, this would be a brilliant production for adults and those over 12.

  However, Un Roi Arthur did an amazing job of making opera palatable for a younger crowd. I am sure there are some very mature youngsters that relish the form, but in my experience, opera is not something the younger crowd generally seek out. Mixing ridiculousness with operatic interludes made it immensely enjoyable, and that is a great thing in itself!

• L’Arpeggiata Chamber Music New Zealand Michael Fowler Centre, 18th Mar Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  With promises of a Baroque and Jazz entwined flavoured season, I had been waiting patiently with bursting curiosity and excitement – like many others – for Chamber Music’s 2017 season to begin. Pre show, the buzz from the audience reflected my thoughts and I noted that the centre was considerably fuller.

  Christina Pluhar and L’Arpeggiata need no introduction, nor warming up as they launched into their first piece with no hesitation and we were immediately blown away. A point of interest is of course the theorbo. One of my earliest memories of this glorious instrument is being in the music section of a London museum, looking at the collection of the Lute family and pressing the buttons of the recordings. To see, feel, and listen to one being played by a master was an unbelievable experience.

  Leading in with a soft but jaunty piece, Ciaccona, we’re given a smooth Venetian sound which continues with similar themes craftily woven throughout. The majority of this programme was of course Purcell’s Orpheus Brittanicus, with two main counterparts of Midsummer Night’s Dream and Dido and Aeneas.

  You could see and hear Dido’s fall – in giving her love and soul to Aeneas – in Scheen’s performance. Her lament was real, her portrayal more than a depiction; she was Dido as she sang. Queen of Carthage cities trembled before her, yet she was brought to her knees and subsequently her deathbed by a passing protagonist. None of this was missed in the ode.

  The audience was unquestionably charmed by Capezzuto, who is an absolute stand out of an alto. Point me in his next performance’s direction please, as I do not think I will hear any like him again. I was surprised by the charisma and magnetic allure of the players. I thought that perhaps it would be lost on the audience, but I was proved wrong. They received a standing ovation – which I joined – and a double encore. Sherwin’s freestyle rap and Saprychev’s solo performances are now legend within the community.

• Yellow Face Written by David Henry Hwang Directed by Cassandra Tse Whitireia Performance Centre, 14th Mar, Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  David Henry Hwang’s Yellow Face was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, and it’s easy to see why. As much as I’m tempted to say “it’s not easy to see why it didn’t win”, I do not wish to disparage the play that did. So, I respectfully withdraw that statement I didn’t make back there. What I will say is Yellow Face is outstanding and it should still be winning every award known to man today.

  Yellow Face is a semi-autobiographical play which features the playwright (David Henry Hwang, played by Alex Rabina) as the protagonist. After winning a Tony Award for M Butterfly, Hwang stages his next work, Face Value on Broadway with a Caucasian man (Marcus G. Dahlman, played by James Cain) in the leading role. Marcus’ character is meant to dress up in ‘white face’ to protest the use of ‘yellow face’ in Miss Saigon. Yellow face itself refers to the use of stereotyping, prosthetics, and makeup by typically white actors to play Asian roles in film or theatre.

  Although Marcus’ appointment to the role is mostly the result of political correctness and misunderstanding, things soon spiral out of control, with the façade continuing long after the curtains have closed.

  Yellow Face explores racism and the ugly alliance between politics and the media with unrivalled eloquence. Unfortunately, confoundingly, it is extremely relevant today.

  Put this in the hands of Tse and her exceptional team and you have golden dynamite that’s ready to explode on the world stage. This production features brilliant performances, excellent ensemble work, harmonious design elements, and a whopping amount of ingenuity and imagination. In the same breath, it is unflinching yet tender; gritty yet playful; poignant yet hilarious.

  I really regret not standing during the thunderous applause. I honestly think I was too dumbfounded to move, but I want you all to know that, by golly, Red Scare Theatre Company deserves 1,000 standing ovations for this work.

• Pixies Head Carrier World Tour TSB Bank Arena, 10th Mar Reviewed by Sarah Collins

  When given the chance to review the Pixies concert, to be quite honest the name didn't ring a bell. That was until I listened to their album online and it all came flooding back. I then heard that many bands in the 80s where inspired by Pixies: Nirvana, Radiohead, The Stokes, Blur, Weezer... It was then that I became excited at the opportunity to see Pixies perform live.

  Upon entering, I was overwhelmed by the crowd. It was like a swarm: a full house of forty-year-olds-plus ready for what was about to hit the stage.

  It was obvious at the start that the Pixies didn't need frills, small talk, or introductions; they had captivated the crowd’s attention from beginning to end. Although it took a few sets to warm up, there where many crowd pleasers people swayed to. Where Is My Mind caused people to jump for joy, and when Here Comes Your Man was performed, the audience lit up. Most seated were now standing at this stage, everyone around me waving their arms around to the music. The energy of the arena was sky high.

  Pixies sounded amazing. At one point, one of the guitarists played his instrument with a drum stick as a violin. The crowd was in awe of his solo performance.

  The crowd welcomed new band member Zwan Lenchantin with open arms. Zwan sang beautifully and led a solo from one of Pixies latest albums, Head Carrier, which is also the name of a song within the album. This was a song dedicated to the original band member, Kim Deal.

  As the concert was nearing its end, I had a feeling of wanting it not to end so soon. I could have listened to Pixies all night. This concert was a night to remember, full of surprises and amazing instrumentals and vocals. If given the chance, I would be grateful to see them perform again.

• Sticks Stones Broken Bones Written and Directed by Jeff Achtem Performed by Tim Sneddon Running at Hannah Playhouse until 25th Mar Reviewed by Susan Barker

  Stick Stones Broken Bones is a children’s production (for ages 3 to 14) and is presented as part of Capital E National Arts Festival. The production combines shadow puppetry and physical theatre, giving children the inside track on how shadow puppets (and intricate ones at that) come to life. Over the course of 50 minutes, Sneddon constructs puppets with everyday objects, including his own shoes, and then uses them in front of a shadow screen playing out mini narratives. The narratives include things like flying chickens, a brain transplant, and fighting ninjas.

  During the show, Sneddon interacts with the children only in gestures, sounds, and semi-decipherable nonsense language. It takes a minute for the children to adjust, as children are ultimately accustomed to having things explained to them thoroughly, but after a few minutes they are right on board, drawn into Sneddon’s zany world.

  As a one-man performance, you have to hand it to Sneddon for captivating an audience of children, and not just children with their parents; the show I reviewed was a performance for a school group. He keeps the energy high, has the children anticipating his next move, and at times puts them on edge a little, utilising an eccentric, off-kilter style. I think that is one of the things Capital E does very well, choosing theatre that surprises children, which in turn moves them out of their comfort zones and opens their minds to something beyond the traditional narrative.

  The one negative thing I will say is some parts of the show can be a little scary for younger children, particularly the brain transplant scene – it is quite dark. My youngest son, who is five, was very frightened and asked to leave, but stuck it out. Thankfully, a rather comical scene followed and he laughed vigorously during the rest of the show – perhaps this is a performance that is better suited for over 6’s.

• Summer Pops with the Modern Māori Quartet Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Hamish McKeich Michael Fowler Centre, 10th Mar Reviewed by Gael Ferguson and Tamsin Evans

  From the start of the concert it was clear this was to be as informal a performance as is possible with a near full house in the Michael Fowler Centre. We were invited to join "the flashest Māori garage party ever" with the Modern Māori Quartet having "wrangled the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra" to replace the usual “old rubbish stereo and couple of guitars” (although two guitars were brought out for certain numbers). The Quartet introduced themselves: James Tito, Maaka Pohatu, Matariki Whatarua and Francis Kora, with self-deprecating humour that was present throughout the show and theatrical flair befitting four graduates of Toi Whakaari.

  The programme comprised new arrangements of familiar and not so familiar songs, some written by quartet members, and almost all accompanied by the orchestra. Some were sung in English and many in Te Reo Māori. The Quartet won over many in the audience with their tribute to those who served in World Wars I & II, with a very special mention for the 28th Māori Battalion.

  Following a powerful opening karakia, the programme was diverse and the harmonies exceptional with solo opportunities maximised. The balance between the orchestral accompaniment and the singing was superb. It was possible to hear the various orchestral parts and instruments as clearly as the singing with neither overwhelming the other. The Quartet are talented actors, accomplished modern dancers and movers who wove in traditional waiata actions in a stunning way, and good musicians. The strongest performances were the traditional songs and more particularly those sung in Te Reo Māori.

  While the humour may not always have been quite to everyone's taste, it certainly maintained the garage party theme to the end. The Quartet's charisma and easy charm, combined with an excellent musical performance all round and matched with the forces of the NZSO made for a memorable show.

• The Man Written and Directed by Benjamin Crellin Cavern Club, 1st Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Man reminds me of a slightly less murderous version of Rorshach from Watchmen. In saying that, The Man (who does not wish to be named, so shall henceforth be referred to as “He Who Must Not Be Named” because it’s kind of fitting), does dream of killing us all, so perhaps he’s just as murderous but a bit more low-key about it. He is certainly as disgusted by the state of the world today as our favourite antihero (save for Batman, probably), except he’s always smiling.

  The Man’s bald head is painted bright yellow, his lips slathered in a perpetual, black grin. That’s right: this is a walking, talking smiley face who is about to lay down some seriously non-smiley-face-esque prose.

  Clad all in pleather (latex, rubber, PVC? Whatever it is, it is incredibly shiny), The Man enters the Cavern Club jovially, greeting us Londoners like old friends. Our setting is the northeast corner of Hyde Park, where the famed Speakers’ Corner is taking place. Here, members of the public are allowed to say whatever they want to with no repercussions. The Speakers’ Corner is freedom of speech at its finest, so what does He Who Must Not Be Named have to say to us?

  The Man’s social commentary is exactly what you’d expect from someone who looks like a vigilante. Racism, sexism, the rise of technology, the perverted nature of Hollywood, and the 21st century existential crisis are just some of the topics covered. This is a monologue performed with exuberance, stamina, flair, and gusto that raises some incredibly interesting questions.

  Why does one instance of discrimination offend us but not the other? Are we really as liberal as we’d like to believe? Without saying it aloud, He Who Must Not Be Named tells us that we reek of hypocrisy. It’s confronting and provocative in all the right ways.

  Ultimately, The Man creates a safe space to assault the very nature of humanity, and we’re all a little better off for it.

• The Mikado Written by W. S. Gilbert & Arthur Sullivan Directed by Stuart Maunder Presented by NZ Opera The Opera House, 25th Mar Reviewed by Tamsin Evans and Jennie Jones

  Great entertainment. That would be the overall impression of this lively and funny musical drama. While remaining true to the original, the director and cast brought a very modern, up-to-the-minute flair to the show – from contemporary dialogue, covering domestic and international politics and genuinely funny verbal and visual jokes; to the hybrid costumes and a versatile and elegant set that very successfully captured the Japanese culture of the period and the influence of the 21st century.

  A performance is always enhanced by live music and Orchestra Wellington was well directed by 25-year-old conductor Isaac Hayward. While occasionally outdoing the singers for those seated in the stalls, the music and singing were well balanced and clear to the ear up in the circle.

  All the performers were stars on the night but particular mention must go to Kanan Breen, a supremely 11th hour replacement for the injured Jonathan Abernethy in the main role of Nanki-Poo. Breen arrived from Adelaide less than 24 hours before the curtain went up, and without the programme notes and director’s introduction, you would never have known he wasn't a member of the company. His performance never faltered through jet lag or the disadvantage of just one rehearsal.

  As a comedy, the performance was hugely enhanced by Byron Coll as Ko-Ko, the Lord High Executioner. Primarily a character actor, his voice was less strong than the professional singers but in every other way his timing, speech, and gestures were perfect. Helen Medlyn also played to her strengths, creating one of the most unforgettable characters in Katisha. The Mikado himself (James Clayton) was suitably regal in long robes and high platform shoes in gold. With his height and makeup, he had a distinct air of John Cleese about him. Whether this was deliberate or not, it was certainly an effective way to bring about the happy ending.

• Two Girls One Shop Written by Millie Hanford and Maddie Harris Directed by Dan Bain BATS Theatre, 24th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Two teenage girls, one shop. The highest performing Glassons in Christchurch, to be exact.

  Simone (Hanford) is a future fashionista, obsessed with designing less lemon, more lemonade hued clothing for the store. If Simone’s bright pink portfolio is accepted, she’ll be one of only two reps in the whole country to attend the annual Glassons design meeting, and we’ll all be donning lemonade cardigans before we know it. In short, the world will be a better place.

  Sophia (Harris) isn’t really that into fashion, preferring to focus on boys and the latest diet fad. In her spare time, Sophia likes to hunt her mini Mars bars through the bush (the Paleo diet), blend up her Maccas (the juice cleanse), and boycott water, because that’s where fish live, and how would you like it if someone drunk your home? (Veganism).

  It’s a friendship of convenience to say the least. Both girls do have something in common though: they think that the omnipresent store manager Sharon is, in fact, Jesus.

  Hanford is vivaciously vulgar; Harris stoic and sceptic. Put them together and you have sizzling chemistry resulting in comedic dynamite.

  Two Girls One Shop highlights the self-righteous, selfie-obsessed nature of youth today but stops short of questioning it. It’s certainly not a thought provoking or a meaningful piece, but I think that’s half (or all of) the point. In and of itself, it’s a shallow study of shallow subjects – a vacuous insight into vacuous people. If that is indeed the intention, then Two Girls One Shop absolutely nails it.

  Sure, the play could delve deeper into the complexities of Generation Z, but I love that Harris and Hanford have made a conscious decision not to do that. Instead, they’ve simply held up a mirror to those their age and forced the audience to have a little cry about what’s reflected. Well, a cry or a cry-laugh. I’m still undecided.

• FLO Devised and Performed by Amanda Baker, Will Harris, Richard Chapman, and Gina Moss BATS Theatre, 22nd Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  A bogan teen willing to dress as a bumblebee. A delivery man ever weary of a narrow door frame. A perpetually surprised, mildly inept courier. A very busy and important lady who is too busy and important to be kept waiting. An ill-timed ‘get well soon’ balloon. It’s all in a day’s work for our protagonist Flo, a very sweet, recently bereaved florist.

  FLO features a small ensemble of four. Each actor (save for Baker, who plays Flo) performs as multiple characters, communicating through physicality alone. Trestle masks convey an archetypal emotion that each actor embodies in their portrayal. It’s not easy to keep an audience engaged without dialogue and only intermittent music, but this ensemble rises to the challenge. In fact, we’re more than engaged – we’re positively captivated.

  Although FLO’s more dramatic characters add great comedic value (meeting bridezilla is a definite highlight), to me, the beauty of the piece lies in its simplicity. Small shrugs of happiness, repeated encounters, and a stunning instance of ring composition (courtesy of lighting designer Natasha James) lend an intrinsic sense of charm to the work.

  These special moments do get lost in the intricacies of the plotline. The story of the man who was sent the wrong flowers is a little too convoluted and doesn’t seem to say much beyond itself. The business woman is perhaps a little too busy – her exaggerated physicality ups the pace of the piece but contrasts with the effortless, understated movements of the rest of the ensemble. I’d love to see FLO stripped back even further so that its magic is allowed to breathe.

  Chapman’s buoyant sound design accentuates the piece beautifully. Onstage, Chapman plays the ukulele, clarinet, and guitar both live and through a loop pedal, bathed all the while in a soft, subtle light.

  Throughout FLO, I feel as if I am watching a Claymation film live on stage. It is an exquisite work; gorgeous, elegant, and uplifting.

• Paying For It: An Insider’s Guide to the NZ Sex Industry Fringe Bar, 15th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  In this review, I will not be using names (real or fake) or descriptions of the artists involved in Paying For It – An Insider’s Guide to the NZ Sex Industry. This is in order to protect the identities of the people brave enough to stand up in front of a live audience and share their experiences of New Zealand’s sex industry.

  Paying For It – An Insider’s Guide to the NZ Sex Industry involves a series of true monologues delivered by a variety of people currently working in the sex industry. In no particular order, we heard stories of sexual surrogacy, prostitution, addiction, and abuse – both emotional and physical. Specific topics ranged from sugaring and BDSM to Grindr, stripping, and sexual identity. Some stories were celebratory and joyful, others highlighted harsh truths and were difficult to swallow – though not nearly as difficult to hear as I’m sure they were to tell.

  For obvious reasons, I cannot review the content of the show. However, I can say that each individual crafted and delivered their story beautifully.

  I applaud everyone who got up on stage. I’m sure I speak for the whole audience when I say that you are all amazing people and your insights are invaluable. You’re right – sex work is a legal profession in New Zealand and the stigmas associated with it are unfair. We need to address this. That is exactly what your show does. It needs to be made accessible to all.

  I’ve thought about it all night and have decided that I don’t want to see Paying For It as a fully developed theatrical production. I think the beauty of it lies in its candidness, its stutters, and its authenticity. I would like to see Paying For It as an open mic night. A regular one. A come one, come all where people can get up and find healing and acceptance in sharing their stories – just as I hope you did.

• Onstage Dating Presented by Bron Batten Bats Theatre, 14th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Onstage Dating is a one-woman show in which Bron Batten dates a different random audience member onstage each night. At a candlelit table, on a couch, and then in a bed, the selected audience member (this evening it’s a sprightly young fellow named Josh) is asked “the 36 questions that lead to love.” Bron and her lucky suitor answer these questions in turn while drinking wine and eating cheese. By the end of the show, Bron is down to her underwear (although she is dressed like a bumblebee), and Josh is fully clothed but has at least undone two shirt buttons and removed his mismatched socks.

  Suffice to say, it’s a strange premise for a show.

  However, it’s a brave and glorious one too. Singletons are always – somewhat condescendingly – encouraged to “get out there.” I can’t think of a more solid example of an attempt to do this than Onstage Dating. It’s hard to ascertain whether Bron is legitimately looking for love on stage, but she does send her first candidate back because he is married, so perhaps she is.

  She’s also put in years of “research” by going on more than 50 terrible first dates, so she’s clearly dedicated to the cause. We are allowed a glimpse into these experiences before the actual onstage date begins – it’s a privilege that relaxes us, makes us laugh, and unfortunately, brings back memories of our own disastrous dating flops.

  From the get-go, we relate to Bron, we root for her, and we laugh with her. That part is incredibly important: her self-deprecating sense of humour, greatly enhanced by her reaction to a “let’s show strangers a picture of Bron and ask them what they think” video, makes us feel at ease.

  Witnessing Bron and Josh’s date does get deeply uncomfortable at times. However, because of how sincere, unapologetically real, and hilarious Bron is – so really because of how excellent a human being she is – Onstage Dating is an absolutely superb show.

• Shirley Gnome: Taking it up the Notch Presented by Heartichoke Arts Bats Theatre, 13th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Clad in pink sequins with a cowboy hat perched atop a mop of blonde hair so pristine it could be a wig (wait, is it a wig?), Shirley Gnome looks like a country singer. She sounds like one too. However, I don’t think you could label her as such and get away with it.

  You could probably say that Shirley Gnome is a combination of, and a cross between, Flight of the Conchords and the Aussie musical comedy trio Tripod, but that would only work if these bands sang nothing but dirty songs and they were one woman instead of five men and also they were beautiful and very in touch with their sexuality. So no, actually, you can’t really say that. I think that’s one of the greatest things about Shirley Gnome – she’s out there doing this indescribable thing and you can’t compare her to anyone else.

  Shirley’s voice is a sweet yet powerful, soft yet guttural one that purrs juxtapositions. Her lips express profanities with a smile that could melt a kitten’s heart. She appears wholesome and yet sings about sex with a smuttiness that would put even the dirtiest of men to shame. Shirley Gnome normalises sex. Most importantly, she normalises women talking about sex. It’s a candidness that we could all afford to adopt.

  Although all of Shirley’s songs now have a special place in my heart, my favourite was one about a small “yappy” puppy. Part of me wanted to see this story go further: we’ve heard about the death of the puppy and the lady who adopted the puppy, but what about the mother who gave birth to the lady who adopted the puppy? For some morbid reason, I wanted this song to take Shirley on a bizarre, murderous rampage. I think it’s because Shirley is such a fantastic storyteller. What happens when she pushes her prowess to the absolute limit? How much more can she get away with?

• Jekyll & Hyde Directed by Leo Gene Peters Presented by A Slightly Isolated Dog Running at Circa Theatre until 11th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Interactive theatre.

  Did I scare you?

  It’s safe to say that interactive theatre is not everyone’s cup of tea. Even those who love it might not always be in the mood to impersonate a pigeon or a prostitute in front of their peers. I’m in the indecisive “I don’t think I mind it” camp, but am very aware that some people hate it so much, they would refuse to attend a show if they knew there was even the slightest (only slightest) chance of being called on stage.

  That’s what I love about A Slightly Isolated Dog; their productions make interactive theatre feel safe and harmless. So safe and harmless, in fact, that the genre could be a small puppy dog with a waggly tail and boogly eyes that you want to hug. Quite badly.

  I still can’t quite work out how they do this, although I have come to the conclusion that calling their audience “very attractive” in alluring French accents helps. When you do get called on, each member of the company praises, encourages, and supports you to no end, making you feel special rather than personally targeted.

  I’m also a big fan of A Slightly Isolated Dog’s topical references, which bring their work close to home even when it’s set a world away. In the case of Jekyll & Hyde, we have a Kiwi theatre company impersonating a French theatre company telling us a story set in London during the Victorian era while constantly referencing Wellington. Everything they say could be about you; your flatmate that leaves dishes on the bench (or you that leaves dishes on the bench and annoys your flatmates), that person who never called you back, that money you owe your friend that caused a relationship breakdown, that desire to eat organic food but your lack of funds to do so because Commonsense Organics is nom but ridiculously overpriced.

  Susie Berry, Samuel Austin, Andrew Paterson, Comfrey Sanders, and Jonathan Price form the collective. Their performance is a display of improvisatory mastery; chaotic yet controlled, every reference carefully considered, every hiccup smoothly sailed over with flair and panache. New members of the cast bring new dynamics and new stories, not better or worse, because this is a tight-knit family. It’s a family that I absolutely love watching and could do so again and again, even if I’ve seen them do this show before.

• Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds TSB Bank Arena, 17th Jan Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  I still have no words to describe this concert. This review may be fruitless in that case, but I will do my best to express the effect it had on me. I don’t purport to know every single Nick Cave song, to have listened to every album, or to have watched every film or documentary that he has ever made. In fact, I only started listening to him about six months ago, and still vividly remember the first time I heard Red Right Hand. Time stopped and I was aurally transfixed. Then I watched the music video and that was it. What a ridiculously beautiful man, what a dark soul, how bizarre, how devastating. Above all I wanted to see the world how he saw it. I wanted to know how his mind works and what goes on in the crevices of his heart. So of course, when the opportunity to review his show arose, I took it.

  I went into the concert with Into My Arms stuck in my head and the knowledge that this was the first time he had toured since his son passed away. Although I knew that I was in for an emotionally charged evening, I was still wholly unprepared for what was to come.

  We could see the whole crowd from where we sat – thousands of people swaying as one, stunned into silence as one, screaming as one, and reaching out with an animalistic desire for what my friend has aptly deemed “the dark Jesus.” Nick Cave reached back, walking into the audience and grasping us, telling us he loved us, “but that was a given.” This was not an emotionally detached, famous musician; this was a famous musician that made us feel like we were his whole world. That with staggering bravery and humility allowed us a glimpse into his soul.

  My tears came during Into My Arms and flowed freely after that. Distant Sky, featuring an ethereal projection of Danish vocalist Else Torp, was awe-inspiring. Stagger Lee was huge, dirty, raucous, monumental. This concert was monumental.

  Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds are monumental.

• A Symphonic Night at the Movies Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Hamish McKeich Michael Fowler Centre, 26th Nov Reviewed by Kim Chamberlain and Tamsin Evans

  This was a double bill of Alfred Hitchcock's films Vertigo and Psycho with live soundtracks (composed by Bernard Herrmann) performed by the NZSO. The films were projected on to a screen above the orchestra, giving the audience a complete sound and visual experience.

  The music was readily forgotten sometimes as the audience was immersed in the film. Then there would be sudden realisation the orchestra was there and the music was live. The orchestra produced a good sound that generally balanced the dialogue. The occasional exception to this served to make the impact and effect of music as an integral part of the film all the more significant.

  The use of a full orchestra for Vertigo heightened the tension to dramatic effect. Although only the strings played for Psycho, reflecting the sparse and minimal aesthetic of the film, the score was skillfully matched to the action on screen. The sound varied from the famously shrill chords of the shower scene, to the use of mutes, and the recurring, more melodic themes of other characters and moods.

  Overall, the programme was long but it was a rare opportunity to experience differences between the two films: the full orchestral sound and technicolor of the 1954 Vertigo, and the strings only for the black and white 1960’s Psycho. As a departure from the NZSO's usual concert offerings this was an exciting event, leaving the audience with a greater respect and understanding of how much the soundtrack can influence our experience of a film.

• Roger Hall’s Jack and the Beanstalk Written by Roger Hall Directed by Susan Wilson Running at Circa Theatre until Dec 20th Reviewed by Susan Allen

  Since 2005, the yearly pantomime at Circa Theatre has been a tradition in Wellington. This year was my first time attending and I was not sure what to expect; I assumed it would be fun for my children at the very least. However, Roger Hall’s Jack and the Beanstalk proved a highly entertaining evening for all.

  Set in Lesterville, which garnered a smile from Mayor Lester, who I was seated behind, the panto touched on numerous local and national issues. Nothing is sacred: Parliament, Work and Income, housing, NZ Post, Trump, Fonterra, and just about everything else is mocked and the audience relished it. Let’s face it, when you can’t cry, you laugh, and 2016 has certainly had its ups and downs. This play was the perfect comedic remedy. While most of the jokes are for a more mature audience, there is enough slapstick humour and opportunities to participate to keep the little ones entertained.

  Gavin Rutherford (who plays Hilda Hardup and Aunty Pam) is the star in every sense of the word. Rutherford’s impromptu interaction with the audience, comedic timing, and gregariousness takes the show from funny and amusing to hilarious. The other cast members also shine, in particular Bronwyn Turei, who plays Betsy the cow and the golden goosy.

  If you ask me and the 3 harshest critics under 10, this is the perfect, light-hearted way to wrap up the year. You will be glad you went.

• The Comedy of Errors Written by William Shakespeare Directed by Chris O’Grady Gryphon Theatre, 16th Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Comedy of Errors follows two sets of identical twins who were separated at birth: Antiphiolus of Syracuse (Jack Powers) and Dromio of Syracuse (Ivana Palezevic); and Antiphiolus of Ephesus (James Bayliss) and Dromio of Ephesus (Aimee Smith). When one set goes looking for the other, a case of mistaken identity gets drastically out of hand. One Antiphiolus finds that he has suddenly acquired a wife (Adriana, played by Angela Etheridge) although he rather fancies her sister (Luciana, played by Jess Brownell), whilst the other Antiphiolus cannot seem to find his bling, get into his house, or get out of prison. Meanwhile, Dromio of Syracuse becomes betrothed to a very large, grease-covered cook (Shauwn Keil), and Dromio of Ephesus just wants the lovely rope he has bought to please his master. It is a very nice rope.

  Stagecraft have taken this extremely silly play and made it even sillier, creating a farcical comedy replete with breadstick swords, carnival cut-outs, and a deadly toilet brush, all set in a colourful seaside town. The result is an explosive, dynamic, and vibrant production that tickles the funny bone and overwhelms the senses in a fun and fabulous way.

  Audience interaction is perfectly balanced so as not to make spectators feel uncomfortable but to still engage them in a delightful manner. Winks and flirtations ensue – a big kudos to Brownell, who coped with an audience member trying to kiss her on the lips (if you’re reading this sir, that was not okay) with much more dignity than I would have managed.

• The Rime of the Modern Mariner Written by Nick Hayes Adapted by The PlayGround Collective Directed by Robin Kerr Running at BATS Theatre until 26th Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Rime of the Modern Mariner is an eco-conscious production that centres around recent widower Taylor (Milo Cawthorne). After awkwardly charming attempts to meet a new lady (think Michael Cera), the unsuccessful Taylor instead embarks on a stag-boat-party with the lads (Grace Augustine, Ava Diakhaby, and Mary Weir). When the boat becomes shipwrecked in a “swirling vortex of trash”, Taylor is haunted by ghostly apparitions of his late wife Michelle (Nikita Tu Bryant) and must face the consequences of our generation’s overconsumption.

  Some outstanding design elements feature in this production: the set (Sam Trubridge), consisting of sheets of rubbish bags resembling waves and old fishing nets, is both exquisitely designed and realised. Tim Burton-esque puppets, made from actual found rubbish, complete the picture. These puppets are outstandingly eerie and resonate in their intended manner, hitting home the theme of the work. A visual highlight is a tiny house on a hill that is delightfully reminiscent of Studio Ghibli. The storm is spectacular (full credit to lighting designer Jane Hakaraia), and the music is quite stunning. Bryant’s voice is absolutely beautiful.

  The Rime of the Modern Mariner crosses boundaries between surreal and naturalistic genres, often in a highly effective and thought-provoking manner. At other times, the abrupt changes in form and pace don’t quite work. For example, we see Taylor and Dickie having a lovely, peaceful chat after a dramatic and rather violent shipwreck – I don’t think it’s possible for anybody to be that calm after learning that they are stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

• The Biggest Written and Directed by Jamie McCaskill Hannah Playhouse, 3rd Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Biggest follows a group of four middle-aged “rural fullas” as they attempt to usurp three-time Hauraki Fishing Competition winner Jan (Wesley Dowdell). Jan is a young, arrogant brat who is dating Walter’s (Jim Moriarty’s) daughter Cassie (Moana Ete). Consequently, Walter and his mates – Pat (Peter Hambleton), Stu (Tim Gordon), and Mick (Apirana Taylor) – must catch the biggest fish.

  In the opening scene of The Biggest, Pat mouths off about his latest conquests in a crude manner, complete with obscene gestures. I think it is dangerous to start a play with such a blatant display of sexism; it caused me (and my partner, who is male), to immediately switch off from the character. Later, when Pat goes through health problems, I find that I am not invested in his plight. McCaskill says that in writing The Biggest, his goal was to “represent the male rural voice and the way they interact with each other.” Whilst I wholly understand and appreciate this sentiment, I think there are shrewder ways you can address sexism in a 21st century play.

  Another issue with the play is that Cassie – a strong, intelligent woman – is dating Jan. Although a line is slipped in explaining that Cassie was first attracted to Jan because of his confidence, it isn’t enough. A woman like that would not give a man like that so many chances.

  The Biggest does feature some great performances. Hambleton is hilarious in his doddery nature, Gordon is grounded and genuine, and Taylor brings a wise sincerity to his role.

• Lungs Written by Duncan Macmillan Directed by Dean Hewison Running at Circa Theatre until 19th Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  A young couple, known simply as “Man” (Arthur Meek) and “Woman” (Aidee Walker), want to have a baby. But is this the right thing for the planet? Is it selfish to bring another person into this over-populated world? Lungs asks all of these questions and more in a conversation that takes place over many years. There’s no set, no props, and no costume changes. This is just a conversation, and it’s gut-wrenching and stunning in its simplicity.

  The sheer amount of dialogue, let alone its rapid-fire nature, must have been a phenomenal challenge for the actors. Meek and Walker rise to the occasion and deliver their lines with ardour and what appears to be ease; a testament to their respective and collective talent as well as Hewison’s direction. The careful consideration and crafting behind each line of dialogue is abundantly clear in this masterful performance.

  When I first spoke to Hewison about the script, he told me that it was simultaneously “one of the funniest and one of the most heart-breaking plays” that he had ever read. Still speechless days after the performance, I can attest to this statement, and will do so with fervour. I have not laughed – nor have I cried – that much at the theatre for a very long time. This is a powerful, brave, and beautiful work. I would like to thank Dean and his wife Adrianne (the producer of Show Pony) for bringing it from Edinburgh to Wellington from the bottom of my heart.

• Central Written by Dave Armstrong Directed by Conrad Newport Running at Circa Theatre until 12th Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Central is a New Zealand play set on a vineyard in Central Otago. It follows screenwriter Michael (Tom Trevella) and his girlfriend Cherie (Claire Waldron), whose joint arthouse film project is interrupted by Hollywood calling. Meanwhile, a classic kiwi bloke (Brian, played by Alex Greig) builds a deck, and a proactive young housekeeper (Karen, played by Harriet Prebble) maintains the household.

  Central explores the tension between environment and development; money and happiness; and conservation and liveability. It does so in a sharp yet subtle way, intertwining universal issues with witty dialogue, comedic bite, and highly relatable (albeit two mildly awful) characters. Which brings me to my next point; half of the cast play horrid characters that are still deeply engaging. As opposed to the normal response when watching unlikeable characters doing unlikeable things on stage, we do not emotionally detach from them.

  This is a testament to both Prebble (whose performance is astutely understated until the last possible moment) and Trevella (whose larger than life, jovial stage presence distracts us from the shallow nature of his character), as well as Armstrong’s superb script. The awfulness of these characters seeps out in small doses. When it finally does come out in full force to play, it’s emphasised by an excellent slow blackout (courtesy of lighting designer Glenn Ashworth) that elicits actual gulps and whoops from the audience.

  Greig exudes a lovely sincerity and outstanding comedic timing, while Waldron’s performance is effortless.

  Central is hilarious, touching and, quite simply, brilliant.

• Nutcracker Presented by Orchestra Wellington Michael Fowler Centre, 15th Oct Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Tonight we open with a performance by Arohanui Strings, a youth development programme that inspires and assists children from underprivileged areas to reach their full potential musically. A truly beautiful moment of the evening was watching the younger ones stand and play Sleeping Beauty Waltz to an almost sold out crowd.

  Assistant conductor Vincent Hardaker is one to watch, giving us a gorgeous Overture to Beatrice and Benedict. Not only can you clearly hear the gaiety and humour in the piece, but Hardaker delicately captures the whisper of sorrow that flickers in the composition as well.

  It was a true delight to have Michael Houstoun join us for Piano Concerto No.3 in E Major. This piece is truly a ‘last word’ from Bartok, as it is well known he passed with 17 bars of construction left of the piece. Having heard other performances and renditions of this piece, Houstoun stands apart. A true comparison here is that you do not hear the differential of keys when he plays; rather it is as if the music is sung.

  Taddei has absolutely outdone himself with the final piece of the evening: Act II of the Nutcracker ballet. It was poignant and explosive; a true perfection of the inspiring pieces. I have never heard a more dynamic performance, and I think the whole audience would agree as the applause went for so long Taddei motioned for us to stop! He jokes at the end that the 17th season next year will be at least 500 times this performance… well, count me in.

• London Conchord Ensemble Presented by Chamber Music New Zealand Michael Fowler Centre, 13th Oct Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  London Conchord Ensemble, one of Europe’s leading chamber groups, concludes Chamber Music’s fantastic Kaleidoscopes season of 2016. Known for their innovative performances, the Ensemble presents us with an extensive range of genres across the classical field, which is a true testament to their abilities.

  It is widely known that shortly after the premiere of Quintet (E-Flat major), Mozart wrote to his father: “I myself consider it to be the best thing I have written in my life”. The players here executed Mozart’s pride immaculately, though duly noted not without effort as these particular pieces are an exemplary display of composure and craft.

  A crowd favourite was Schoenberg. The original piece was written for a full orchestra, but we heard the reduced version by his student Webern, criticised for being too hectic and too far from the classical mode when it premiered. The audience remedied this tonight with high applaud.

  We are lifted up again with Poulenc’s sextet; the jazzy undertones and influences are particularly enjoyable here.

  The final piece of the final show of the 2016 Kaleidoscopes season was Debussy’s La Mer. This particular piece, arranged for piano trio by British Composer Sally Beamish, continued the theme of reduced versions. Poignant and explosive, the season couldn’t have ended on a more powerful, formidable note and the players delivered thus. Bravo.

• The Gaps Between Presented by Sebastian Morgan-Lynch Circa Theatre, 11th Oct Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Gaps Between is a solo performance devised and presented by Sebastian Morgan-Lynch, who plays the cello over both pre-recorded instrumental music and a voice-over narrative about a self-absorbed man named Colin. Behind our cellist sits a screen on which time-lapse photography (shot by Tim Henwood) is projected. In addition to projections of the Wellington region, various semi-psychedelic animations accentuate the performance.

  Henwood’s design elements work in perfect synergy with Morgan-Lynch’s discordant, ethereal soundscape.

  Morgan-Lynch plays the full spectrum of human emotion with great passion, his score deep and profound. Although the music is guided by an overriding narrative (Colin’s quest for love, with a murder, an angel, and an octopus thrown in for good measure), its beauty lies in the fact that it can be interpreted subjectively. For me, it brought to the surface old memories that I’d forgotten about; thoughts of my past, my present, and my future occurred and coalesced from the moment the first note was played. Watching this performance was a cathartic and transcendent experience.

  The main theme of the show is its namesake: the gaps between people. The hollowness of our relationships and the desperation for something deeper resonate throughout the work and yet are never explicitly stated. This is devised work at its finest.

  As cliché as it may sound, during the performance I legitimately caught myself on the edge of my seat, clutching my heart and gasping audibly. Such was the power of The Gaps Between. I was deeply moved by this work and will remember it for years to come.

• Bold Worlds, New Frontiers Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Fawzi Haimor Michael Fowler Centre, 8th October Reviewed by Dawn Brook and Tamsin Evans

  This exhilarating programme opened with Three Movements by Steve Reich. The unusual seating arrangement of the orchestra had pairs of marimba and vibraphone directly in front of the conductor. The reason quickly became obvious: these instruments were played continuously through all three movements, driving the relentless pulse that was the main feature of this piece by one of the greatest minimalist composers. The music may have been minimalist in harmonic and melodic range but the whole orchestra was brought into play at different times, creating great complexity of sound.

  The orchestra was joined by soloist Anne Akiko Meyers for the Violin Concerto by Mason Bates. The concerto was commissioned in 2012 by Meyers in conjunction with the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra. In three movements, I. Archaeopteryx, II. Lakebed Memories, and III. The Rise of the Birds, the composer has created a strong and visual sense of transformation. This began with a clear depiction of the jagged and angular archaeopteryx fossil, through the waters of the lake where the fossil was found, ultimately to the lyrical and melodic passages of the dinosaur bird in flight. Meyers gave a stupendous performance, dominant but never overwhelming and technically brilliant. The breadth and quality of sound she drew from her violin was superb.

  The well-known and popular Symphony No. 9 in E Minor, Op. 95, From the New World by Dvořák concluded the programme. As if the demands of the first half weren't enough, this was played with great energy and drive to the enjoyment of orchestra and audience alike.

• Heathers: The Musical Presented by The Wellington Footlights Society Directed by Karen Anslow Whitireia Performance Centre, 28th Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Heathers: The Musical is an off-Broadway musical adaptation of the 1988 cult film by Daniel Waters. It follows misfit Veronica Sawyer (Ruby Kemp) as she attempts to climb the high school food chain, ultimately landing herself in Westerburg High’s most popular clique, The Heathers. Veronica’s attraction to bad-boy J.D. (Kevin Orlando) causes trouble – all three Heathers, primarily ring-leader Heather Chandler (Kree McMillan), disapprove of Veronica’s new love. So, what’s a star-crossed couple to do? Kill everybody, apparently.

  I appreciate the lengths that The Wellington Footlights Society have gone to to ensure that everybody watching Heathers: The Musical feels safe and comfortable. Trigger warnings are discussed pre-show, with Youthline residing in the foyer to await those affected by the performance. Musical Director Katie Morton (who executed their role exquisitely) emailed me before I arrived to outline the difficult subjects that would be addressed. Being well-aware of what I was going in to allowed me to fully indulge in the performance.

  Overall, this production of Heathers: The Musical is vibrant, dynamic, and highly entertaining. The comedy shines and the crudity sizzles, whilst serious issues are treated with respect by the cast, production team, and even the audience. It’s a delicate balance to strike, and it’s been struck very gracefully here.

  Standout performers include Kevin Orlando, whose voice is absolutely phenomenal. Although I haven’t seen the movie (shame on me), I’ve been told that he embodies his character to a tee. Kudos! Kree McMillan’s voice too is outstanding – I wish she had been given more moments to shine. The ensemble is brilliant, their harmonies deliciously rich and resonant and their energy palpable.

  I thoroughly enjoyed this performance and am off to watch the movie a.s.a.p.

• When We Dead Awaken Written by Henrik Ibsen Directed by Iris Henderson BATS Theatre, 27th Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  “No sane person would choose to put on this play”, states Iris Henderson in her eloquent Director’s Note. “It is incredibly dark, dense, and theatrically impossible.” Although I have not read the original, I have encountered Ibsen’s work on numerous occasions and can certainly validate this statement. In that case, what I would first like to do is commend Henderson and Catriona Tipene for their marvellous adaptation; this play has life, this play is funny, and ultimately, this play means something.

  Arnold Rubek (wonderfully embodied by Ryan Cundy) is a one-hit-wonder artist, too preoccupied with thoughts of his next work to pay any attention to his wife Maia (a delightfully charismatic performance from Henderson). Enter bear-killer Ulfheim (a dynamic portrayal by Tom Kereama) who offers to fulfil all of the promises that Arnold hasn’t. Arnold’s run-in with a mysterious woman in white, Irina Von Satow (the alluring Tipene), places all four characters at the summit of a mountain, where the Woman in Black (the captivating and committed Evangelina Telfar) awaits.

  Lauren Stewart’s set is fantastic, consisting of marble pillars and a superbly abstract mountaintop centre-stage. Alexandra Frost’s lighting design is pastel-hued, creating soft, romantic light that speaks of bygone days. I find it strange that we too are illuminated; occasionally I become distracted by the expressions of my fellow audience members.

  Two days later and I am still trying to figure out how When We Dead Awaken made me feel, but I can say without hesitation that it made me feel something. To me, that is the point of theatre.

• The Emperor’s New Clothes Written by Guy Langford Directed by Deborah Rea Running at Tararua Tramping Club Clubrooms until Oct 8th Reviewed by Susan Allen

  This production brings the well-known Hans Christian Andersen tale, The Emperor's New Clothes, into the 21st century. The show follows Marianne A La Mode (Katja Romanski), the ruthless head of a fashion label appropriately named ‘Emperor’.

  A La Mode is in search of the most stylish clothing to wear on the runway of an upcoming fashion show. Following the premise of the children’s classic, she is duped into paying for an extravagant outfit made with invisible material that only people with style can see.

  Romanski is brilliant in the role of A La Mode. It is no secret that children can be the hardest critics and she is certainly convincing, if not a little frightening! However, Romanski’s intimidating character is well balanced by Jasmine Leota in the role of MC Style – the fashion designer who takes revenge on A La Mode. Leota is hilarious and down to earth, providing comic relief in the play. She effectively conspires with the young audience, bringing them into the charade to fool A La Mode. Catriona Tipene is also fantastic as The Intern and is the glue that holds the storyline together.

  While the production is for all ages, the fashion show concept may be more appropriate for older children. However, the play works hard through several interactive moments and songs to keep the younger crowd engaged.

  All in all, this is a clever twist on a well-known story and definitely a worthwhile production for the whole family.

• Quintessence Chamber Music New Zealand Presented by the NZSQ & James Dunham Michael Fowler Centre, 19th Sep Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Mozart’s quintets are staples to one’s musical diet and the New Zealand String Quartet and Dunham serve a tasty dish with full compliments to the chef. Interestingly enough, Gjelsten (cello) seems to lead over the others with postures and gestures; I rather enjoyed watching his embellishments.

  I felt like it took them a little while to warm up as the third piece, Adagio ma non troppo, stood out and that set the pace thereon. Delicate and dreamy but with notes of assertion, the NZSQ and Dunham came together stronger in this piece.

  The commissioned piece by Salina Fisher, Tōrino, is incredible. I would absolutely recommend those who missed out on the performance to listen to it immediately. Working with Rob Thorne, this piece is a musical response to the Māori instrument putorino. Tōrino is incredibly haunting, based on various representations of Māori voices; it captures you entirely and is not unlike what one would imagine a siren’s song to sound like. It engages you on a deeper level and generates a feeling of anxiety. What a piece! I have never heard the audience applaud so when the composer went up on stage.

  Finishing off with Brahms, we are more buoyant with Quintet No.2. Even though Brahms wrote this thinking that it would be his final piece, it is arguably his best work. The NZSQ and Dunham play in full force in true Brahms’ form – vicious and strong. Usually I find myself preferring Mozart over Brahms in strings, but tonight I am convinced to favour Brahms. Pure indulgence.

• Sister Act Presented by Wellington Musical Theatre Directed by John Goddard Running at The Opera House until 24th Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  When Deloris Van Cartier (Lahleina Feaunati) sees her boyfriend Curtis (Richie Rewa) murder a hapless crony, she is forced to hide in the convent of the Queen of Angels under the witness protection programme. Here, the profoundly un-catholic disco diva disguises herself as Sister Mary Clarence and takes the church choir under her wing. Much to the distress of Mother Superior (Stephanie Gartrell), Deloris transforms the choir, and indeed, its nuns.

  This Wellington Musical Theatre production of Sister Act is exuberant and uplifting. Choreographer Stacey Neale and musical director Michael Nicholas Williams display exceptional synergy, creating highly polished numbers that thoroughly delight the audience. Sparkles, colour, and vibrancy abound thanks to costume designer Lesley Burkes-Harding and production designer John Harding, who again work as one.

  The cast exhibit fantastic energy and commitment, their joy alighting their faces (and ours) as they settle into their roles. Lahleina Feaunati is a sassy queen, charismatic from beginning to end. Whilst our star obviously has a beautiful powerhouse voice and an incredible range, her performance does feature some shaky vocal moments.

  Standout numbers include a superbly sleazy rendition of Lady in the Long Black Dress (Ben Emerson is one to look out for here), Jess Old’s incredible The Life I Never Led, and practically every song that features Rochelle Rose, who plays Sister Mary Lazarus.

  The ensemble as a whole is glorious, their harmonies stunning and resonant. However, on several occasions I did notice dancers looking to their fellow cast members for choreography cues. Because Sister Act is so refined and brilliant, these moments of uncertainty do standout.

  I wonder if I have witnessed the ‘second night syndrome’; when the cast is still a little nervous but is no longer running on pure adrenaline or playing to a packed house. There’s every reason for these nerves to dissipate over the season, as each person involved in Sister Act is phenomenally talented.

• The Grass is Meaner Written by Edward Campbell Directed by Geraldine Brophy Running at BATS Theatre until 24th Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Grass is Meaner is a black-comedy thriller that follows café owners Mary and Alec McPherson (Julie Edwards and Edward Campbell). Due to a storm, the couple is forced to cancel their dinner reservations and instead celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary indoors. Alec’s hermit nature means that they probably won’t go out again for another year, much to Mary’s dismay. When a British stranger (Scott Ransom) walks in after-hours and asks to use the telephone, everybody’s lives are turned upside down.

  If I had to describe The Grass is Meaner in one word, it would be “intriguing.” Audience members had plenty to discuss post-show, with complete strangers assembling to try and piece together the finer plot points. Although the script features some sharp dialogue and moments of comedic bite, it is a little too convoluted at times and is in need of more clarity. How does our narrator Donkey Boy (Hamish Boyle) know that Vic Snow (Phil Grieve) is looking for Baz the Bastard? Why is his lover, Sir Harold (Brian Hotter), privy to Baz’ location?

  I also question the decision to feature Donkey Boy onstage at all times. Vic Snow’s omnipresence is justifiable – he looms over the lives of everybody he has ever encountered. In fact, Vic’s presence is quite stunning; he is always moodily lit, always seated, and always still. But Donkey Boy does not have enough to do with the happenings at The House of Mince, and therefore pulls focus.

  Campbell’s performance is excellent; his sweet, silly Scottish man is the polar opposite of his rough, rebellious English one. Edwards is absolutely delightful. And an amazing illusion made me gasp audibly – you’ll have to see it to believe it.

• Last Legs Written by Roger Hall Directed by Ross Jolly Running at Circa Theatre until 8th Oct Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Last Legs is Roger Hall’s latest addition to an impressive catalogue of plays about New Zealanders, for New Zealanders. Set in an upmarket retirement community in Auckland (The Cambridge), it follows various residents as they fill their twilight years with greed, jealousy, and lust. In Hall’s words, “the point of it really is that people are as badly behaved in this retirement home as they are anywhere else.”

  Helena (Catherine Downes) has just moved into The Cambridge with her husband Angus (Ray Henwood), a former college professor who does not appreciate having to choose between his nigh-identical tweed jackets due to the lack of space. After lamenting his situation for a while, he soon perks up when he learns an old flame, Kitty (Vivien Bell), resides in the building also. Meanwhile ex-communicated real estate agents Trish (Donna Akersten) and Garry (Stephen Gledhill) dominate the Residents’ Committee, their tyranny allowing only for cask wine during Friday’s happy hour.

  Edna (Jane Waddell) is an outspoken environmental activist who thoroughly regrets her decision to move into the home. Her obsession with non-refundable plastic bottles is quite amusing, particularly when she decides to pelt them at the Minister of Finance.

  Some lovely performances feature in Last Legs. Henwood is extremely charming, even when complaining excessively, and Gledhill plays a narcissistic, sleazy jerk with subtlety and depth. All four women star as various (assumedly older) residents throughout the piece, shining and sparkling when they do so.

  Although Last Legs certainly has moments of comedic brilliance, as a whole, it is nothing remarkable. Too much exposition and not enough interaction between characters prevents the audience from truly investing in the happenings at The Cambridge, or indeed, engaging with the play itself.

• To The Memory of an Angel Orchestra Wellington Conducted by Marc Taddei Michael Fowler Centre, 10th Sept Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Taddei brings us the best yet of the Last Words series, with collections from Mahler, Bert, and Schubert. Joined by Wilma Smith for the concert’s namesake, violin concerto In Memory of an Angel, we were treated to a fantastic performance as always.

  Opening with the Wellington Youth Choir, who were dressed in plain clothes among the audience to give us a nice surprise, we began with Mahler. The symphony spoke of woe and Mahler’s feelings of isolation at the time, then climaxed with pain before soothing out with themes of hope and reconciliation. This was a pleasant journey to begin with, then was of course brought into the fervent concerto with Smith.

  Smith plays in true homage for the intended angel the piece was written for. In telling us the story, she begins with moody passionate romanticised themes, then brings the fevered sorrow alive in Allegro-Adagio. I believe Smith truly embodies how the piece was meant to be heard. Matching the anger with the orchestra they combine to a peak, then, similar to Mahler, soothe out with peace and resolve.

  The second half entirely of Schubert was exquisite. This half was not only a personal favourite of mine, but I truly believe the Orchestra’s best work of late. I always find Schubert charming and methodological – this was no different. I found the symphony matched particularly well to Taddei’s style and would like to see him do more Schubert. The energy and excitement poured into these pieces by Taddei and the orchestra paces and leads, uplifting and captivating you entirely. This was a truly unforgettable second half.

• Swing Into Spring Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra and The Rodger Fox Big Band Conducted by Hamish McKeich Michael Fowler Centre, 3rd September Reviewed by Tamsin Evans and Jennie Jones

  This was something completely different from the NZSO but the combination of the orchestra, the Rodger Fox Big Band, and guest trumpeter Allen Vizzutti was a toe-tappingly good night. Wellington was the third performance on the nationwide spring tour and the audience was treated to a great selection from the tour programme. It would be easy to assume the subtler tone of the orchestra would be dominated by a dynamic set of jazz players but the opening piece, North to the Apricots by John Rae, was a stunning performance and opened everyone’s ears to how the band and the orchestra could complement each other.

  The rest of the programme was a combination of the familiar and the less well-known. The Red Zone by Matt Harris was commissioned for the tour and managed to evoke both the energy of the earthquake and rebuild and the strange tranquility that is the abandoned area of the city. It would be interesting to know how this is received in Christchurch. West Side Story Suite was belted out with enthusiasm by everyone on stage and was enthusiastically received by the audience.

  Vizzutti played both flugelhorn and trumpet, producing an astonishing variety of sound from each. Memorable moments included Oblivion by Piazzola (arr. Vizzutti), a mellow performance with the tune shared between flugelhorn and flute. The virtuosic showpiece was Fire Dance, Vizzutti's own composition with Tyvik. This was an impressive demonstration of trumpet technique and the toe-tapping rhythms that ran through the whole programme.

• Orphans Written by Lyle Kessler Directed by Stella Reid BATS Theatre, 30th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Set in North Philadelphia, Orphans follows siblings Phillip (Jimmy O’Donovan) and Treat (Andrew Paterson) as they attempt to get by after the death of their mother. With no father in the picture, Treat is forced to resort to petty crime to provide for his vulnerable younger brother. Tired of living on mayonnaise, Treat befriends and kidnaps Harold (KC Kelly), a ‘businessman’ from Chicago. After wiggling out of his formidable bonds (thin twine and his own tie), Harold turns the tables around and shifts the dynamics of the household dramatically.

  What struck me the most about this production was not only the brilliant performances of each cast member in turn, but the superb realism of the set (Olivia Clarke-Edwards). I do not mean here that the set was made to look exactly like a dilapidated lounge; I mean that there was a great deal of clutter. We saw pearls rolling across the floor, whisky and bouillabaisse spilling, things breaking, actors dropping things, rugs slipping, and lamps wobbling precariously. To me, Orphans felt so real as a result of this messy and grotty picture.

  The lighting (Rory Hammond) served to further illustrate the grim hopelessness of this world, particularly when in its ‘dull wash’ state. Occasionally a dramatic shift would occur mid-scene, for instance vivid green illumination. I found these changes in state to be unnecessary and distracting.

  It is absolutely refreshing to witness a play that is not saturated in exposition. Orphans is beautifully written, and brought to life with outstanding talent and commitment by this incredible cast.

• No Post on Sunday Presented by Everybody Cool Lives Here Directed by Isobel MacKinnon Running at Circa Theatre until 10th Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  No Post on Sunday is a devised work by Everybody Cool Lives Here. As Director MacKinnon states, the show has been designed to challenge perceptions of what’s possible for people with intellectual disabilities and to spread the message of integration and inclusion on a national scale.

  A small New Zealand town, Smithville, is the setting of our story. The world, designed by Meg Rollandi, consists of cardboard constructions, cubbyholes, mail bags, blinds, and vibrant colours. It is brought to life by Smithville’s Post Office Director David Stanley (Duncan Armstrong) in a charming opening scene to a quirky soundscape by Rowan Pierce.

  Dimensions are toyed with and have no boundaries; ultimately, this is a space for exploration, imagination, and play.

  Harry (Jacob Dombroski) is our consummate postman, suave, hard-working, and kind. We could all stand to be a little more like Harry. He keeps his cool when things go wrong, and is a devoted friend to his boss David. Both Dombroski and Armstrong perform beautifully, their chemistry utterly moving.

  Wendy Martin (Nicholas Smith) is our no-nonsense reporter, leading investigations into missing mail and missing humans with blunt force and hilarity. Barnaby Olson and Andrew Gunn lend support, playing the Mayor and an eco-artist respectively, and a host of other townspeople collectively.

  It is clear that these cast members have an infinite amount of love and respect for one another. This is perhaps what has created such a touching and lovely story – the ensemble believes in community, making it possible for us to do so too.

• Bad Moms (R16) 200 mins ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Bad Moms is a film about three overworked and underappreciated mums, Amy (Mila Kunis), Carla (Kathryn Hall), and Kiki (Kristen Bell). Tired of the societal pressure that motherhood entails, the trio decide to ditch their responsibilities and cut loose. Binge drinking, booty calls, and mild acts of vandalism ensue before Amy decides to run as PTA president against ‘supermom’ Gwendolyn (Christina Applegate) and her hoity-toity crew.

  If you’re in the mood for a trashy comedy with the girls, Bad Moms is a great option sure to make you laugh until you nearly cry. One scene featuring a hug between Carla and her affection-starved son may even make you melt a little. Short of that, Bad Moms doesn’t really offer anything, although it certainly pretends to.

  Excessive exposition and cringeworthy slowmo sob shots turn this otherwise hilarious movie into something that tries too hard to mean something.

  Bad Moms highlights the undue pressure put upon mothers to be absolutely perfect in this day and age. One scene in which a bake sale is ‘policed’ (as goods cannot contain wheat, sugar, flour, eggs, nuts, butter, or anything else that constitutes cake) hits this home particularly well. Amy’s struggle to find balance as a working, (almost) solo mother of two is also enough to send this message. We do not need to see her crying in slow motion to believe that life is difficult for her, or for any other mother.

  That being said, Bad Moms features some uproarious moments. Kathryn Hall in particular is glorious and will have you in hysterics from the get-go.

• Don Giovanni Directed by Alex Galvin Conducted by Simon Romanos Running at Hannah Playhouse until 27th Aug Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  The Eternity Opera Company presents Mozart’s Don Giovanni with flair, really playing true to the perfect balance of comedy and tragedy that the opera entails.

  I was very excited to be able to attend the final dress rehearsal of the opera. We were introduced with the standard explanation that as this was a dress rehearsal, notes and changes may be directed. Further to say, the majority of the singers would not use their voices to the full potential to save them for opening night. This did not mar the performance at all, and I would have liked to have attended again to listen to the difference!

  The cast was magical and the audience very receptive. I found Jamie Henare’s Leporello to be a crowd favourite; his charisma, comedic timing, and sense of the character are not to be missed. Even though he is supposed to be companion to Don Giovanni, it seems to almost be the other way around! Barbara Paterson was absolutely magnificent as Donna Anna. Her performance was definitely a highlight. Watch out for her in scene three for Or sai, chi l’onore – extremely chilling and unforgettable. I should also like to see Emily Mwila perform again – what a perfect Zerlina!

  My only note would be that I was surprised that the costumes, particularly the female ones, were not of higher calibre and didn’t seem to fit as well as they could have. I think that it certainly would have added more to the performance as a whole if they had paid more attention to detail here.

• Ladies in Lavender Written by Shaun McKenna Directed by Annabel Hensley Running at Gryphon Theatre until 27th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Ladies in Lavender is set in a small Cornish fishing village in 1937 during the Great Depression. It follows Janet (Amanda Brown), whose fiancée never returned from the First World War, and her younger sister Ursula (Lottie Butcher), who has never been in a relationship. Janet and Ursula live a peaceful, structured, and unremarkable life. That is, until a Polish violinist by the name of Andrea Marowski (Joshua McGowan) washes ashore after a violent storm.

  The set of this Wellington Repertory Theatre production is quite remarkable. The stage is divided into five fixed sections which each represent a different room or location. From bedroom to beach, garden to kitchen, piano to ocean, the conceptual and practical effort that has been put into creating this world is to be applauded.

  To me, Ladies in Lavender speaks primarily of emotional repression. The performances of our two leading ladies are a wonderful testament to this theme. Brown is prim and proper, her pursed lips clearly indicating that having feelings is neither ‘the English way’, nor is it ladylike. Butcher’s performance is touching and emotive. This juxtaposition leads to poignant interactions – watching Janet soften her resolve towards Ursula throughout the play is particularly moving.

  Dr Mead’s (Colin Eade’s) lovable attempts to suppress his infatuation for the elegant and independent Olga Danilof (Julie Dykes) further this theme, while housemaid Dorcas (Christine Hunt) simply shouts obnoxiously (and hilariously) every time an emotion is expressed.

  McGowan is the perfect fit for our 6 foot ‘godlike’ Andrea – his performance is swoon-inducing and absolutely charming.

• MOM – Meet Our Mum Presented by Whitireia Theatre Devised under the mentorship of Richard Dey BATS Theatre, 10th Aug Review by Madelaine Empson

  Mom – Meet Our Mum is a devised work by the third year Applied Arts students of Whitireia Theatre. It covers a plethora of issues and confronts the apathy of modern day society. Ultimately it is a brave creation, intense, dark, and gritty in nature.

  Mom features a mixed-bag of scenes: some are remarkably compelling whilst others do not quite resonate in their intended manner. Nevertheless, each scene is united beautifully under an overarching theme. It is exceedingly difficult to piece together acts that vary so wildly in both nature and delivery and still deliver a sense of cohesion, meaning, and poignancy. This achievement is to be commended.

  In this production, Mother Earth is onstage at all times, draped in plastic bags which suffocate her. Although Finn McCauley’s embodiment is captivating, in my opinion the metaphor would have been more effective had we only seen the character once.

  Standout moments include a profoundly moving African chant by Makuei Aken; an uproarious childbirth enactment by Penrose Simons; and the ingenious incorporation of Samoan language, as realised by Kasiano Mita and Ashleigh Waters. ‘Pasty News’ presenters Becca Hughes and Chadwynn Tohu deliver knockout performances, but I do feel that their scenes would have had more impact had they ended after one particularly grotesque (and thoroughly desensitising, but excellent) moment featuring a bucket.

  The same can be said of a few other scenes within the production: whilst I loved the reintegration of certain characters and motifs, I think that if the script was refined and condensed, Mom would be an exceptionally powerful work.

• Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike Written by Christopher Durang Directed by Susan Wilson Running at Circa Theatre until 3rd Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike follows siblings Vanya (Gavin Rutherford) and Sonia (Rachel Henry) as their disappointing and uneventful lives are interrupted by the return of their sister, glamorous Hollywood movie star Masha (Emma Kinane). With toy boy Spike (Simon Leary) in tow, Masha plans to sell the family home, only to be deterred by part-cleaner, part-fortune teller Cassandra (Erina Daniels). Matters are complicated further when sparks fly between Spike and Nina (Harriet Prebble), the proverbial girl next door.

  This production features an absolutely outstanding cast. Whilst Sonia’s consistent complaints and doom-and-gloom attitude are frustrating to behold, Henry brings lovability and charm to the character – a feat I would not have thought possible. The chemistry between her and Rutherford is delightful, particularly during the opening scene.

  Leary is hilarious as the narcissistic looker Spike. His reverse-striptease is quite possibly the theatrical highlight of the year thus far. Trust me on this.

  Whilst Daniels’ performance at first seems a little unbelievable and melodramatic, once over the shock, the audience delights in her extravagance. Daniels savours every line, garnishing each word with a flick of the pelvis, a shake of the buttocks, an interpretive dance, and occasionally a flourish of a magical stick.

  Kinane is a natural onstage, expertly conveying a wide range of emotion and (mal)intention with one simple look, intonation, or gesture. Prebble brings a very different dynamic to the cast; a sweetness that softens the overall tone of the piece and lends much-needed vulnerability to the characters around her.

  In this day and age, it is a very difficult task to put on a production that is genuinely enjoyable when, in true Chekhovian style, none of the characters are particularly likeable and plot wise, nothing really happens. This challenge was gloriously met by both the cast and crew of Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike.

• Suicide Squad PG-13 130 minutes ★ ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  So we’ve all been following Suicide Squad since photos of Jared Leto sporting florescent green hair were leaked. The hype and marketing surrounding the movie has been over a year long, and as all of us Wellingtonians have seen – intense and unavoidable.

  Banded together by a chaotic evil U.S. intelligence officer, a group of meta-human misfits have to save the world. Something to listen out for here is the soundtrack to which they do it to.

  We’ve all seen the wardrobe, the makeup, the tatts and the questionable grill, but once you see Leto pull it all together, bringing his own suave and manic energy, you will not be disappointed. He is the highlight of the entire film – you’ll see what all the fuss is about (brace yourself for the laugh and the eyes).

  Will Smith as Deadshot carries the film and seems to flesh out a lot of the shortcomings of the other characters. His comedic timing is particularly well played. Suicide Squad as a whole is a lot funnier than we are initially lead to believe, but seems to rely a lot on Harley Quinn’s cutesy crazy girl gimmicks.

  I was disappointed by the way that the film overdramatised the relationship between The Joker and Harley as ‘crazy in love.’ I would have liked to have seen them expand more on the emotionally abusive side of the relationship that is explored in the graphic novels and comics. This would have added more depth to their characters.

  Seriously though, go and see Jared Leto as the Joker for yourself. I’ll be going again, just for him.

• Julian Bliss & NZTRIO Presented by Chamber Music New Zealand Thursday 28th July Michael Fowler Centre Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Julian Bliss, considered one of the world’s most remarkable and notable solo clarinettists, is joined by the esteemed NZTRIO: Justine Cormack on violin; Ashley Brown, cello; and Sarah Watkins, piano to create a truly divine enchantment.

  Bliss was seamless, akin to his reputation and deserving the title of renowned clarinettist. I always think that the cello, clarinet, piano, and violin have so much fun together. Dreamy yes, but the instruments seem to whimsically enjoy one another’s company, and this seemed true of the players as well. I was particularly enamoured by Watkins; I have never seen a pianist perform so. Her gentle flourishes made the music even more soft and real within the air.

  The commissioned piece by Ross Harris for the players was unforgettable. There May Be Light linked beautifully to their following piece by Messiaen. Harris adopts use of multiphonics within the piece, creating an enigmatic, ethereal quality. Akin to Messiaen’s spiritual obsession and message in his pieces, but instead of his staunch proclamations, Harris creates a softer, curious approach.

  As always, what an extravagance is Messiaen. Bliss and the NZTRIO bring a fervent joy to the pieces, Bliss explaining beforehand that not only is Quartet for the End of Time a pleasure to listen to but also a pleasure to play. The range of skill required to play such unconventionally composed pieces was showcased with perfection.

  The audience was seemingly overcome as the group received a standing ovation from some and a very loud exclamation of applause from all.

• Legendary Divas Written by Ali Harper Running at Circa Theatre until 20th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Legendary Divas is a show starring New Zealand’s “diva in her own right” Ali Harper, with Michael Williams on the keys. It is dedicated to the women who have inspired us with their music, and honours these women through song. A natural-born performer, Ali sings everybody from Shirley Bassey, Dusty Springfield, and Barbra Streisand to Julie Andrews, Doris Day, and Edith Piaf with grace, sparkling charisma, and immeasurable talent.

  Ali is absolutely captivating on stage, impersonating the greats with respect and reverence whilst still letting her own light shine. The setting is intimate, the audience mesmerised, and her passion palpable.

  Michael Williams holds his own against this spectacular figure, engaging in cheeky banter with us between songs and delivering a heartfelt solo piano performance during a costume change. At times Michael plays along with multi-instrumental tracks, adding new dimensions to each song, and at times accompanies Ali solo. These moments are when the chemistry between these lifelong friends positively fizzes, and their respective and collective talent awes us all.

  Ali eases into audience interaction towards the end of the performance, and audience members seize the opportunity. The room fills with joy and laughter as we are allowed the opportunity to belt out our favourites alongside this wonderful woman, although we certainly ‘couldn’t hit the notes’ quite as well as she could.

  Legendary Divas was just wonderful. The time simply flew by and the audience was left invigorated, inspired, and wanting more. I am an Ali Harper fan for life now.

• Bloody Hell Jesus (Get Your Own Friends) Written by Lucy Craig Directed by Jane Yonge Young and Hungry Festival of New Theatre Running at BATS Theatre until 30th July Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Bloody Hell Jesus (Get Your Own Friends) follows the friendship of high school students Shelly (Sophie Coomber) and Lauren (Nora Maarleveld). Think as thieves since kindergarten, Shelly and Lauren look set to ride off into the sunset of BFF bliss – that is, until Lauren becomes a Christian.

  Coomber gives a gorgeously grounded yet quirky performance as Shelly, a girl with a burgeoning sense of self who idolises her best friend above all else. Maarleveld portrays the righteous and self-assured Lauren effortlessly, discerning the nuances of her character with depth and maturity.

  The chemistry between the pair – both as actors and as scripted characters – is stirring. Shelly is quiet and shy. Lauren is loud and confident. Both have conflicting morals and values; Shelly dislikes Christians, because Lauren did too before she became one.

  Lauren’s Christian friends, Bindi (Bella Cook – remarkable, particularly during a hysterical breakdown), Rob (Zakary Boven – who commits to singing terribly with absolute glee), and Tim (Matthew Savage – simply delightful), rock the boat significantly.

  The friendship is tested further still by metal-head Eric (wildly talented musician Andy Gartrell), and by Shelly’s blossoming infatuation with Drew (a cool and collected performance from Chris Watts).

  Bloody Hell Jesus (Get Your Own Friends) is a charming tale that captures the struggles of adolescence, and the existential crisis, brilliantly. This production, wonderfully produced, designed, and performed, was a great start to the festival.

• Like Sex Written by Nathan Joe Directed by Samuel Phillips Young and Hungry Festival of New Theatre Running at BATS Theatre until 30th July Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Like Sex is about exactly what you think it is – sex. In a series of episodic scenes, it follows the turbulent relationships of 7 teenagers as they explore their sexuality, desires, and primarily, themselves. Like Sex is described as being “for anyone who has ever been young and confused.” This description is absolutely, unequivocally correct.

  Like Sex features some of the best transitional work I have seen in a very long time. Every element of every transition is so well thought-out, so beautifully rendered, that each one feels like a scene (and a work of art) in and of itself. During these transitions, actors reveal nuances of their characters with a subtlety that does not detract from the progression of the script.

  There are no standout performers – each actor commits wholeheartedly to their character, and as an ensemble they work as one.

  Matt Loveranes’ set, however, is a standout feature of this production, and indeed of the festival as a whole. The decision to use actors to portray everything from lampshades and teacups to wardrobes is ingenious. It allows actors to shine where they would normally be offstage and furthers the strength and unity of the ensemble. The overall sense of seamless cohesion that Like Sex achieves is testament to this brilliant set. The fairy lights in particular are a beautiful touch.

  After the show, a friend and I discussed how moved we were by the way Like Sex portrays non-consensual sex. Using lamps to highlight the distance between two characters despite their intimacy is an affecting move; one that is sure to make it easier for people to understand that one doesn’t have to say “no” to mean it.

• Dead Days Written by Owen Baxendale Directed by Debra Mullholland Young and Hungry Festival of New Theatre Running at BATS Theatre until 30th July Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Dead Days follows Max (Morgan Hopkins) as he attempts to break away from his family and chart his own destiny. Max’s father Mr J (Will Collin) is a mortician who desperately wants his son to take over the family business. Max is studying overtime when his clients start coming back to life in order to offer him advice and companionship.

  The opening of Dead Days is exceptional. Featuring a birthday party for one, clever scripting, and calculated comedic timing, Hopkins hits this scene out of the park. Unfortunately, it seems that he was not expecting such raucous laughter from the audience at this point. This resulted in some corpsing (unintentionally breaking character by laughing), which also affected other cast members throughout the play. Here’s hoping this issue was resolved after opening night jitters faded.

  Dead Days features some excellent performances. Born-natural Felix Ovens-Leach plays Max’s best friend Andy with charm and charisma. Together with Hopkins he expresses the difficulties of teenage relationships (both between friends and other people’s girlfriends) ably.

  Although Jamie Wallace-Thexton’s set is striking and effective, the use of this set is baffling and untenable during transitions. Gurneys are wheeled around for what seems like an age during a semi-blackout, only to emerge in a slightly different position that doesn’t seem to have any bearing on the setting of the next scene. Transitions in this piece stunt the progress of the script immensely and are rather frustrating to watch.

  That being said, Dead Days is a good standalone piece. Unfortunately, it just doesn’t hold its own against Bloody Hell Jesus (Get Your Own Friends) and Like Sex.

• Grimm Bedtime Stories Directed by Lori Leigh Presented by PlayShop Circa Theatre, 19th Jul Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Grimm Bedtime Stories is an improvised show designed for children aged 5-12. It centres around Sophie (Freya Daly Sadgrove) and James (Barney Olson), two children who do not want to go to bed. Driven by boredom and curiosity, Sophie and James summon the Brothers Grimm (Callum Devlin, Isobel Mackinnon, and Oliver Devlin) to tell them a better bedtime story than their mother can muster.

  After a delightful game of Sophie Says, we are treated to a retelling of the ever-popular Hansel and Gretel. Children’s pictures (drawn by the wee audience before the show) significantly shape the story. This is a clever tool – given the boundless capacities of a child’s imagination, this rendition of Hansel and Gretel features a house with no windows on the first storey, and thus bumbling family members who frequently stub their toes; a crockpot filled with lamb chops, crème brûlée, and an entire roast-human; and an enchanted forest that yells “Tom was here”.

  Later we see a blue scientist, a flying potato, a five-faced lake pig with no friends, and many other wonderful imaginings. The improvisers elicit and handle these suggestions with enthusiasm, never once batting an eyelash, and always offering the children (very well-received) praise and encouragement.

  The kids absolutely loved it. A young boy sitting next to me, who was very nervous about attending his “first ever play”, was shouting suggestions and bouncing with glee by the end of the show. Another audience member sprinted up and down the aisles multiple times, clearly unable to contain his delight.

• Capriccio Presented by Orchestra Wellington Michael Fowler Centre, 16th July Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Orchestra Wellington with conductor Marc Taddei brings us three rich pieces from Strauss, including his ‘final word’ on opera, Capriccio.

  We begin with Festmusik der Stadt Wien – an explosive piece showcasing Strauss’s favouritism to brass, which Taddei highlights wonderfully.

  The spirit of the next piece, Metamorphosen, is in stark contrast. Taddei brings the sentiment of this piece to sombre life; I will admit the air of the centre was still. A grief stricken piece, in which the strings are utterly engaging, Metamorphosen brought the audience and orchestra together in solidarity. Luckily we have the interlude, well-timed to gather our thoughts.

  And to Capriccio itself! We are treated to both the Prelude and the Final Scene with Anna Leese as Soprano. What a wonder she is, absolutely stunning as Countess. Prelude is fun and at times whimsical as it portrays a love letter of sorts to the Countess. I enjoyed watching Leese get in character as she joined the sextet on stage toward the end of the piece, as if listening to ready her response.

  Her enthralling performance brought to life all aspects of the Countess’s infamous question, “Is it the words that move my heart, or is it the music that speaks to me more strongly?” Unfortunately we never find out, as she is then called to supper, gaining an appreciative chuckle from the audience.

• The White Guitar Written by Fa’amoana John Luafutu, Matthias Luafutu, and Malo Luafutu Directed by Nina Nawalowalo and Jim Moriarty Hannah Playhouse, 28th Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The White Guitar tells the true story of the Luafutu family, chronicling their journey from Samoa to Auckland and Christchurch in the 1950s in search of a better life. Featuring renowned hip hop artist Scribe (Malo) alongside his brother Matthias and father Fa’amoana John, this deeply personal work speaks of the power of redemption.

  Matthias and Malo perform beautifully, interspersing their own stories with their father’s in a seamless and proficient manner. Both actors bring something quite different to the table: Matthias vigour, passion, and force; Malo cheek, spark, and instinct. The resulting chemistry is both balanced and palpable, and an absolute pleasure to behold.

  The White Guitar concludes with a live performance of Not Many, Scribe’s breakthrough, chart-topping single. After hearing Malo’s story, Not Many spoke volumes, taking on new layers of meaning. Listening to it contextualised was an almost transformative experience – the audience was absolutely thunderstruck and the applause deafening.

  I do not think I have ever seen anything as powerful as a father sitting on stage while his sons express the hardships they faced growing up with him. What grace, strength, courage, and humility this man must possess to listen to his mistakes night after night in front of a live audience. Gently strumming his own white guitar, his head hung, Fa’amoana’s presence is something we are profoundly aware of throughout The White Guitar. It is something we cannot forget today – something unequivocally moving that changes the game entirely.

• Sir Andrew Davis: Illuminations Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra, NZSO National Youth Orchestra Conducted by Sir Andrew Davis Michael Fowler Centre, 8th July Reviewed by Tamsin Evans and Jennie Jones

  As one would expect from an ensemble of 123 musicians directed by Maestro Sir Andrew Davis, this performance of Messaien’s last work (he never heard it performed) had some of everything. The stage was packed with musicians – the first time the NZSO and the NZSO Youth Orchestra have played together. There was a wide range of instruments, some rarely seen or heard, such as the bass and contrabass clarinets, alto flute, piccolo trumpets and a great array of percussion including several sets of tubular bells and gongs, cymbals, and drums.

  In 11 movements we heard bird song, extraordinary diversity of rhythm and tone from both the percussion and other instruments, some gorgeous harmonies, and a mixture of techniques drawing maximum textural effect from the strings. A brief introduction from Sir Andrew made sense of the birdsong in the ninth movement Various Birds in the Trees of Life. The score, he explained, has none of the usual bars marked that enable players to stay in time with each other. He had devised a system with the orchestra and held up the appropriate number of fingers to indicate where they were so they finished the section together.

  The eighth movement, The Stars and the Glory, showed off the sheer array of sounds available to the composer. It involved every player and every one of them played to their best. The illumination of the beyond really shone through the sustained strings of the final movement, Christ, Light of Paradise.

• Stage Kiss Written by Sarah Ruhl Directed by Ross Jolly Running at Circa Theatre until 30th Jul Reviewed by Susan Allen

  Stage Kiss centres around two actors played by Danielle Mason (She) and Peter Daube (He), who are reunited through a play after having a love affair 20 years previous during another production. The play they find themselves in, a mediocre 1930’s drama called The Last Kiss, brings to surface old feelings.

  Playwright Ruhl plays with several concepts: what is real and what is acting; the validity of a kiss on and off stage; and is simulating emotion on the stage the same as actually feeling it? She produces chuckle-worthy moments when the chemistry is not there, and meaningful ones when it is present.

  The first half of the play is light and immensely enjoyable with hints of deeper meditations. The second half takes a more serious tone and doesn’t quite produce the cathartic response that it is after. However, it remains amusing.

  The undisputed star of the play is Mason. She treads a line throughout the story of being her ‘real’ self and the character she is playing. She does this tact. This is clearly a demanding role and Mason more than rises to the occasion, as does Daube. Humorous yet masculine, Daube is ideal as He, countering Mason perfectly.

  While the play at times may fall short of expounding on the deeper meanings it strives for and sits on the fence between deep and meaningful and comedic, it is an entertaining production due to great direction by Jolly and a stellar cast.

• Suyeon Kang & Stephen De Pledge Presented by Chamber Music New Zealand Michael Fowler Centre Sat 2nd July Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Kang, on her winner’s tour of the Michael Hill International Violin Competition, joins New Zealand’s own internationally acclaimed concert pianist Stephen De Pledge for an absolutely enthralling performance.

  The constant themes among the pieces were romantic, with cheery undertones of spring, merriment, and joy amidst trying times. This is true to the composers of the era whom Kang and Pledge both pay transparent homage to. Along with adding a vivaciousness to these pieces, their character creates an unforgettable concert.

  I cannot seem to praise them both enough. Michael Angelo hinted that he felt his sculptures were within the marble waiting to be set free. I liken this analogy to both players, as it was as if the music was coming from themselves rather than their instruments; that they were using their tools to carve out the music from the air.

  The two pieces that stood out to me were Kang’s solo, and the final piece. Kang was startling but riveting, the piece captured you entirely, and the whole audience seemed to feel the same way as there was a definite chill in the air.

  The final pieces were some of Stravinsky’s humorously hectic dance pieces, nodding toward Tchaikovsky’s own. After ecstatic applause, De Pledge joked “Just to calm everyone down a bit…” and gave us a beautiful encore. Serene and light, it sent the audience happily on their way into the crisp Wellington evening.

• La Casa Azul – Inspired by the writings of Frida Kahlo Written by Sophie Faucher Directed by Lyndee-Jane Rutherford Running at Circa Theatre until 23rd July Reviewed by Susan Allen

  Taking on Frida Kahlo is no small task: she is an iconic figure that many love and admire – to most the story of her life is very familiar, and any production based on her must bring something new to the table.

  She was a woman of strength and intensity, and a play based on her writings has the potential to delight immensely or dismally disappoint. This production was a success in every way, largely due to the outstanding performances from the play’s two lead actors, Kali Kopae and Gavin Rutherford, who play Kahlo and Rivera respectively. It also brought to light that Kahlo was not only a brilliant artist but a captivating writer as well.

  Kopae’s resemblance to Kahlo is uncanny and her delivery brings the audience fully into the turbulent life Kahlo lived, particularly the physical pain and tumultuous love story between her and Rivera. Essentially, if you go to this production only to see Kopae’s spellbinding performance, it would be worth every penny.

  Also, La Casa Azul uses puppetry and masks, largely through actress Bronwyn Turei (who plays multiple characters), in a fascinating and meaningful way. For example, Turei wearing a death mask follows Kahlo throughout the story. This adds a literal representation to the shadow of death that Kahlo herself felt accompanied her. The interactions between Kahlo and the death character are poignant.

  Finally, Director Lyndee-Jane Rutherford and set and costume designer Ian Harman deserve accolades for portraying this dynamic woman in a bold, visually arresting production that in itself is a piece of living art.

• Hotel Europa Written by Goran Stefanovski Directed by Anna Marbrook Te Whaea National Dance and Drama Centre, 22nd Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Hotel Europa was created by seven theatre directors in response to the Syrian refugee crisis. In this Toi Whakaari graduate production, we see live action, music, multimedia, and dance as we are taken through multiple countries and histories. Various scenes featuring multiple characters play out, devised under the common theme of displacement and the desire for home.

  Unfortunately, to me, Hotel Europa seemed more like a series of devised performances than a production. Although some clever conventions were used to string scenes together, such as projection and multimedia, watching this piece felt as if I was watching an assessment. All of the scenes were too absurdist and abstract to say much – audience members around me seemed to be struggling to understand the meaning of it all.

  Although the production as a whole had a sense of cohesion, the scenes themselves varied so wildly that a common theme was not enough to unite them. Delivery was often over the top, and I would have liked to have seen more moments of stillness and silence for the sake of balance.

  Some outstanding performances featured however, in particular Ella Gilbert’s Circe, Roving Reporter, and Daughter. Thomas Clarke’s Boyfriend and Igor too were exceptional.

  The overall design of Hotel Europa, facilitated by Kasia Pol, was stunning. With a moody and dark atmosphere, cold, powerhouse lighting, and an otherworldly plastic curtain divider, Pol’s design lifted the game of the production substantially.

• Dying for it Written by Moira Buffini Directed by John Bolton Te Whaea National Dance and Drama Centre, 20th Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Moira Buffini’s dark comedy Dying for it tells the story of the disheartened, hungry, and unemployed Semyon (Jimmy O’Donovan). After a trivial marital spat – over a sausage – with his new wife Masha (Georgia Pringle), Semyon vows to commit suicide, only to discover that a number of people would like him to die on their behalf.

  Bolton has brought his training in the Jacques Lecoq style of clowning to this Toi Whakaari graduate production. The results of this are an interesting and dynamic range of performances – some students appear to have taken on the practice with great gusto, while others perform in a more naturalistic manner.

  Melodramatic performances (particularly those of Ariadne Baltazar, who plays Sister Yelpidy; and Samuel Austin, who plays intelligentsia Aristarkh) are never overwhelming. This is in large part due to Pringle’s gorgeously understated, effortless performance.

  Other standout performers include Batanai Mashingaidze, who plays Masha’s mother Serafima brilliantly, particularly when obsessing over a custom-made hat; Ana Scotney, whose thick Russian accent as Margarita is thoroughly alluring; and Grace Bentley, who plays winner of the People’s Choice Award for best postie, Yalyena.

  O’Donovan is wholly believable as our humble hero. With impeccable comedic timing and a whopping amount of natural talent, O’Donovan is the centre point of this piece, and not just because his character is.

  The entire cast and crew of Dying for it is to be commended. It is clear that a huge amount of effort and passion has gone into this production, and it has certainly paid off.

• Mana Wahine Created by Taane Mete, Tai Royal, Malia Johnston Presented by Okareka Dance Company Circa Theatre, 21st Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Mana Wahine is an all-female dance work that draws strength from traditional Māori mythology. It is inspired by the true story of Te Aokapurangi, a young maiden from Rotorua who was single-handedly able to save her people from an opposing tribe. Her courage, determination, and fearlessness resounds throughout Mana Wahine, as does the strength of all women, past and present.

  What first must be said is that Victoria Kelly’s musical score is absolutely, incomparably astounding. Tui Matira Ranapiri-Ransfield’s gorgeous karakia and voice ebb and flow throughout, perfectly matching the intensity of each dance movement. The synergy between the choreography and musical composition is unrivalled by anything I have ever seen before.

  Consider the above in conjunction with Rowan Pierce’s groundbreaking AV design, Tracey Collins’ understated yet striking set design, Elizabeth Whiting’s graceful and poignant costume design, and Vanda Karolczak’s flawless lighting design, and you have the most synchronous and capable design team that you will likely encounter.

  The dancers, Emily Adams, Jana Castillo, Bianca Hyslop, Maria Munkowitz, and Nancy Wijohn, communicate their ancestry and intimate experiences with such grace and bravery. Their bodies tell personal stories, and yet move us to make our own interpretations. A particularly powerful scene is one in which a black hoop skirt transforms each dancer. To me, this movement spoke of the many roles that I am expected to conform to as a woman in today’s society.

  Mana Wahine is world-class, five-star, trailblazing work.

• Scheherazade Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Miguel Harth-Bedoya Michael Fowler Centre, 17th June Reviewed by Tamsin Evans and Jennie Jones

  This was a popular programme of Romantic pieces opening with a delightful rendition of Kodály’s most well-known work, Dances of Galάnta. Guest conductor Miguel Harth-Bedoya directed without a score, which gave him full use of the podium for an exuberant and animated performance, matched by energetic and responsive playing by the orchestra.

  Soloist Johannes Moser took the stage for Lalo’s Cello Concerto in D minor, and gave us a dramatic interpretation of this piece, playing the long solo sections with an obvious power and intensity contrasting with sensitivity and lightness. An encore of the Sarabande from JS Bach’s Suite No.1 in G major was a beautifully restrained performance, with a sound almost reminiscent of a viol rather than a cello.

  The second half of the concert was a thoroughly enjoyable interpretation of Rimsky-Korsakov’s exotic fantasy, Scheherazade. The instrumentation features skillfully shaped phrasing, rich sound, strong changes of tempo and style, dramatic climaxes, and multiple opportunities for the section principals to demonstrate their skills. None of them disappointed. The virtuosic violin solos were accompanied by an immaculately timed and perfectly judged harp. Directing once again without a score, Harth-Bedoya was a man in control of masterful musicians and clearly enjoying himself.

  Among the audience were many much younger than usual. Perhaps this was a reflection of an accessible programme and the fairy tale content of Scheherazade but, whatever the reason, it’s good to know performances like this will mean future audiences for the NZSO are assured.

• De Sade Written and Directed by Alexander Sparrow The Cavern Club, 3rd Jun Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  De Sade is a one-man show in which Alexander Sparrow portrays the infamous Marquis De Sade, a French aristocrat, philosopher, and writer known for his libertine sexuality. De Sade was incarcerated in various prisons and asylums for roughly 32 years of his life. In this show, we are allowed a glimpse into one hour of his life behind bars.

  Despite the innate sexual nature of De Sade, Sparrow manages to create a safe space. Although audience members are initially wary of the actor, given the fact that he begins the show stark naked, drinking wine straight from the bottle, and scratching his back with a riding crop, we soon loosen up. After all, according to De Sade himself, nothing is taboo.

  Sparrow is initially nervous, but soon relaxes into his character. Snippets of comedic genius begin to emerge as his interactions with the audience prove his improvisational capacities. Asides, mutters, and throwaway lines are a highlight, particularly when used in a metatheatrical sense. “In my cell there’s just me, these walls, and these inexplicable 70 chairs” is a particular favourite moment of mine.

  Clammy, nervous members of the audience become delightfully raucous as Sparrow’s banter continues to push boundaries – but never too far. As De Sade, Sparrow strikes a delicate balance between freedom of expression and intuition; knowing how much is too much, knowing when to stop, and yet still holding fast to the truth of his character.

  In short, if a door represented conservatism, Sparrow would knock politely before breaking it down.

• The Elephant Thief Written by Justin Lewis and Jacob Rajan Directed by Justin Lewis Hannah Playhouse, 18th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Elephant Thief follows small-town girl Leela Devi (Vanessa Kumar) as she navigates through a ravaged future in India. In this dystopian world, all manner of people – from Prime Ministers and organ harvesters to secret agents and spaceship commanders – are in pursuit of Leela and her late father’s elephant, Balthazar.

  Kumar performs in an effortless manner despite the time she has clearly put into understanding and embodying her character. Humble yet striking, bumbling yet graceful, hers is a standout performance.

  Kumar is supported by Julia Croft, who plays Russian secret agent Irina Sharma; Nisha Madhan, who plays Prime Minister Sonia Ambhardi brilliantly, as well as a range of other characters; and Jonathan Price and Patrick Carroll, who each play multiple characters.

  Croft’s physicality and comedic timing is glorious, whilst Madhan moves from character to character in a seamless, chic manner. Carroll brings great gusto and fierce commitment to every role he plays. However, having seen some of the work that Price has been involved in, I can state with complete conviction that he is underutilised in The Elephant Thief.

  The music, composed and directed by David Ward, and executed by Adam Ogle (and various members of the cast), connects extraneous elements within the world of the play to create a sense of cohesion.

  Although the puppet maker responsible for the elephant is not listed in the programme, full credit to them. They have created a masterful, beautiful work of art.

  Indian Ink’s aim is to “make theatre that is beautiful, funny, sad, and true.” The Elephant Thief has achieved just that.

• Baroque to Broadway Directed by Thomas M Nikora Saturday 14th May St Andrews on The Terrace Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Newly appointed Cantoris Choir musical director Thomas M Nikora opened his first show Baroque to Broadway tremendously. The repertoire was a delight, and very well complemented by the talent of the choir and performers. I honestly thought it couldn’t have been better put together, and was amazed by the Cantoris Choir’s ability to perform works throughout the ages so beautifully.

  Nikora gives such joy composing; he made me smile throughout the performance, especially in the Broadway numbers as he acted and lip-synced along to the pieces while composing. With such an obvious love and vivaciousness, he seemed to bring a whole new personality to the choir, who bounced off his energy.

  Vivaldi’s Gloria was exquisite. I particularly enjoy Vivaldi, so it was a treat to have it performed so. The conversion between styles was perceptibly well-timed with the interval, and was lead in with renditions from many notable musicals in chronological order.

  I was extremely impressed with the Soloists from Te Koki NZ School of Music, Pasquale Orchard, Alexandra Gandionco and Elyse Hemara. Keep an eye out for them – I would happily watch them perform again.

  All in all, Baroque to Broadway was an absolute delight. Nikora’s debut was very well-received, and I look forward to seeing what he does next.

• The Great Maiden’s Blush (M) 108 Mins ★ ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Great Maiden’s Blush is a drama about single mothers Aila (Renee Lyons) and Bunny (Miriama McDowell). Both having just given birth, the women strike up a precarious friendship whilst recovering in the antenatal ward of Wellington Hospital. Aila and Bunny hail from very different walks of life; the former is a gardener and pianist, whilst the latter is a drag-racer in prison for manslaughter. However, both women have a crippling secret.

  Just as the narrative of The Great Maiden’s Blush weaves together the past and present, cinematographers Alun Bollinger and Waka Attewell entwine stunning shots of natural cycles, barren landscapes, drag-racing, and operatic performances. Although it may sound jarring, the juxtaposition of this cinematic imagery is in fact ingeniously symmetrical to the contrasting themes within the film – of love and heartache, motherhood and loss, and truth and deceit.

  Lyons and McDowell are both gifted performers whose chemistry is as captivating as the film’s slow plot reveal.

  Supporting actors Carl Drake and George Fenn, (who play Aila’s lover and his nephew respectively), lend vulnerability and depth to Lyons’ character whilst delivering striking performances themselves. Barnie Duncan and K.C. Kelly, (who play Bunny’s love interest and his father respectively), deftly explore the dynamics of the father-son relationship. Kelly’s performance in particular is astounding and gut-wrenching.

  Prison guards Ian Lesa (another of Bunny’s love interests), and Gavin Rutherford add yet another layer to the intricate film; Lesa plays infatuation in a swoon-inducing manner, whilst Rutherford’s ‘bad cop’ routine suggests more than meets the eye.

  Written and directed by Andrea Bosshard and Shane Loader, The Great Maiden’s Blush is masterfully crafted and beautifully-rendered.

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  The Great Maiden’s Blush will be playing at Penthouse Cinema from May the 5th.

• Shu’s Song Created by Laura Gaudin, Rachel Callinan and Gina Moss Presented by Capital E Hannah Playhouse, 16th April Reviewed by Susan Allen

  Shu’s Song is a delightful production suitable for children of all ages. Set in a home office, we follow Shu, played by creator Laura Gaudin, on a journey powered by imagination. Shu is a non-descript figure, with a cardboard box head and grey clothing. Shu is neither male or female and has no identifying features, which allows each child to identify with Shu and use their own imagination in regards to who Shu could be.

  While initially Shu is very timid, we see Shu’s transformation from nervously investigating objects to becoming more confident and creating friendships within a magical world of play. The young audience relished this endearing character, laughing and enjoying Shu’s experiences. The production also showed how play can become meaningful and emotional at times. Essentially, for a child, the world of imagination and play is a very real one.

  It is a hard task to accurately present the inner workings of a child’s imagination, but Shu’s Song accomplishes just this, making it intriguing not only for children but parents as well. Every component of the play works together harmoniously. Jason Wright’s sound composition captures the mood of each moment, and puppeteers Jon Coddington and Rachel Baker excel at making objects such as lamps and a telephone integral parts of the story arc.

  Overall the show is a fascinating piece of children’s theatre. Although, at an hour in length it can be difficult to keep every child mesmerised, the play offered well-timed effects like confetti, balloons, wild winds, and a living and dancing wardrobe to keep the audience captivated.

• Brahms & Beethoven New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Edo de Waart Michael Fowler Centre 16th April Reviewed by Tasmin Evans and Jennie Jones

  Lilburn, Festival Overture. Brahms, Concerto for Violin and Cello in A minor Double Concerto. Beethoven Symphony No.3 in E-flat major Eroica.

  This was a varied programme and the latest in the series of Edo de Waart’s Masterworks series. Douglas Lilburn’s Festival Overture was a lively and joyful piece and a rousing way to open the evening. The orchestra was joined by the soloists for the Double Concerto and both the cello: Leonard Elschenbroich and violin: Nicola Benedetti, are introduced to the audience within the first few moments. Technically demanding and complex, the music asks a lot of the soloists. Both played with enthusiasm and responded well to each other, joining forces to span the full range of each set of strings.

  Beethoven’s Eroica Symphony is described in the programme as ‘music that still proves as exhilarating now as the day it was composed’, and this was a performance to match the programme notes. The orchestra took direction from Maestro de Waart and they all very clearly enjoyed every minute. The strings played with an energy that was visible and tangible, the brass and woodwind, especially the oboe and flute played impeccably by the section Principals, Robert Orr and Bridget Douglas respectively, were lively and precise.

  The whole combined to start impressively and travel through the movements, from a bold opening, to the intensity of the funeral march in the second movement and the dance-like third movement, all the while gathering momentum and power to reach a dramatic finale. As a fellow audience member described it, this was a very enjoyable and ‘muscle-y’ performance.

• Les Talens Lyriques Chamber Music Directed by Christophe Rousset 13th Apr Michael Fowler Centre Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Christophe Rousset directs whilst on harpsichord; Gilone Gaubert-Jacques and Gabriel Grosbard on violin and Atsushi Sakai on viola da gamba - Les Talens Lyriques brings us to the heart of French Baroque music. A magnificent rendition of the embodiment of the era, close your eyes and open them at Versailles.

  The pieces themselves were short, with varying notes from sombre to brisk but always delightful. The different emotions and attitudes portrayed by harpsichord and strings, were more varied than one would expect. The melancholy obviously familiar, the lively pieces rich but the trendy and jaunty pieces put a smile on my face, I’ll admit I found myself nodding my head in time with the tune more often than not!

  Watching Rousset lead while playing was a fascinating experience; I enjoyed observing them play just as much as I did to listen, as they had their eye on Rousset more than their sheets. It was a curious thing to follow the communication of subtle head movements, eye contact and expressions paired with the passion of their play.

  After the second half of the show the pieces were introduced in French, indeed it doesn’t break the spell as by this point you are imagining them in 16th century garb but, I would have liked to have known the context - perhaps in school I should have paid more attention to my professeur.

  This honestly is a beautiful show and I would highly recommend getting whisked away by the Versailles Experience.

• Joyful & Triumphant Written by Robert Lord Directed by Susan Wilson Running at Circa Theatre until 7th May Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Joyful & Triumphant is an incidental epic by Robert Lord which chronicles forty years of the Bishop family’s Christmas Day meals and rituals. Each scene juxtaposes the mundane with the poignant, as tables are set and roasts are cooked whilst familial relationships unravel over the decades.

  Lyla (Jane Waddell) is the matriarch of the Bishop family, consistently dedicated to cooking the perfect Christmas feast and getting her husband George (Peter Hambleton) out of bed to do his chores. Their daughter Rose (Michele Amas) is a budding author who has lived at home her whole life, having recently lost her fiancée in the Second World War. Rose’s brother Ted (Gavin Rutherford) is a no-hoper who can’t seem to hold down a job, much to the dismay of his wife Brenda (Katherine McRae). For some reason, their rebellious teenage daughter Raewyn (Lyndee-Jane Rutherford) doesn’t appear to want to spend Christmas Day with her family.

  Meanwhile, the Bishop’s haughty next-door neighbour Alice Warner (Catherine Downes) can never seem to leave a room without passing judgements on all of its inhabitants.

  Lord’s Joyful & Triumphant is at once heartfelt and hilarious, and this 40th anniversary production does it great justice. Due to a minimalist set and cleverly-wrought thrust stage by John Hodgkins, the audience is free to focus on the action which ensues around the Christmas Table.

  Each and every cast member displays expert craftsmanship, commitment and comedic timing in their performance. Collectively, their efforts have resulted in a production which is – quite literally – both joyful and triumphant.

• Mahler, Symphony No. 3 in D minor Presented by New Zealand Symphony Orchestra Conducted by Edo de Waart Michael Fowler Centre, 2nd Apr Reviewed by Tasmin Evans and Jennie Jones

  Mahler's longest work opened with a mass fanfare from the horns, sitting amongst a huge orchestra joined by a choir of boys and women. This was a big performance in every sense. The first movement was long but filled with energy, some of it from low brass, the double basses, percussion and sometimes woodwind, with several series of upward rushes from the strings. The trombone solo was a clear and expressive standout.

  The second movement contrasted well with the first, with the strings conveying the pastoral idyll, and a delicate and melodic solo violin. The woodwind was also to the fore. The memorable feature of the third movement was the off-stage flügelhorn (a masterful demonstration of concentration and coordination by conductor and soloist) and the shimmering string sound that surrounded it.

  The fourth movement brought us the voice of Charlotte Hellekant, rich and strong over sustained strings. The short fifth movement opened with the boys' voices, their 'bimm-bamm' echoing the bells, a little overpowered by the orchestra but sung with enthusiasm.

  Some may have thought Edo de Waart took things too far with the final movement. His programme notes make no secret of his passion for the work, as he states: "The first is the greatest movement ever written, as is the final movement." At the same time both expansive and intense, he drew ever more from sound and emotion, clearly reflecting the first movement and taking his musicians and the audience close to the edge but never beyond it.

• Blue Bearded Lady Written and Presented by Pipi-Ayesha Evans BATS Theatre, 30th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Blue Bearded Lady is a one-woman performance by Pipi-Ayesha Evans that retells Barbin’s fairy-tale Bluebeard. In it, circus theatre, aerial dance, stilts, storytelling and partial nudity intermingle to create a show unlike any I have seen before.

  According to folklore, Bluebeard is an aristocrat who has been married several times to women who have all mysteriously vanished. In Blue Bearded Lady, this character is portrayed by a teddy bear puppet named Blue who “likes big boobs”. Evans transitions from silent-ventriloquism interactions with said bear to direct address and aerial dance to tell her story. Reality frequently, foggily entwines with fantasy: we are never quite sure if we are witnessing truth or fiction.

  Considering that Bluebeard is a dark, bloody and uncommon fairy tale, it is a bold decision to not only base your performance work on it, but also to tell it in an autobiographical manner. It’s a brave gamble, and it pays off.

  In one breath, Evans’ performance was seductive yet disturbing, graceful yet jarring, unequivocally captivating and above all, absolutely fearless. Transitions were handled seamlessly, the carefully considered music adding a powerful dynamic that served to tighten the overall sense of cohesion.

  Evans conveyed such raw intensity, passion and emotion through her movement that at times her dialogue was double percussive. This is my one critique: I acknowledge that dialogue is wholly necessary in telling the story of Blue Bearded Lady. I do however believe that the script should be abbreviated. I hope that Evans realises that she is a profoundly talented circus performer, and that she is able to speak a thousand words through aerial dance.

• Jekyll & Hyde Created by A Slightly Isolated Dog Directed by Leo Gene Peters Running at Circa Theatre until 16th Apr Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Jekyll & Hyde is a devised, interactive production by award-winning theatre company A Slightly Isolated Dog. In it, 5 very sexy French people reimagine Stevenson’s classic tale Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and invite us to “let a little of our evil out to play”.

  Many of the conventions established in last year’s smash hit Don Juan were again utilised in Jekyll & Hyde, and this time with much improvement. A Slightly Isolated Dog have again managed the incredible feat of creating non-threatening interactive theatre. This time, their programme states: “If you just want to sit and watch, you can. Just tell us ‘no’ or shake your head when we come to you.” This disclaimer is well thought out, very considerate and furthers my admiration for the company.

  Last year’s publicity stated that Don Juan “questions our repression and domestic anxieties: our desire to be bold and fearless…” Jekyll & Hyde on the other hand did not claim to be didactic. In fact, at the end of the show the cast openly struggled to find the morality of the story they had just told us. I found this incredibly refreshing: we were just there to be entertained, and this freedom caused us to relax into what rapidly became an immersive, uproarious experience.

  Jonathan Price, Hayley Sproull, Andrew Paterson, Jack Buchanan and Susie Berry are astronomically talented performers. Blair Godby’s sound design was so brilliant I think he might be an actual wizard.

  This was the most fun I have ever had at the theatre.

• Reimagining the Classics Chamber Music NZ presents Uri Caine & NZ String Quartet Michael Fowler Centre, 20th Mar Reviewed by Emily Sharp

  Being made to wait a few minutes, the expectant hum is lifting and sets the scene. Caine introduces each of the pieces, always with a playful explanation of how he came about the process. His playfulness on the piano also encourages chuckles from the audience, enjoying the marriage of jazz and classics.

  Uri Caine joins the NZSQ for a magnificent match; the unbridled passion and distinct skillset complement each other but particularly the pieces they have reimagined. Caine’s undertones of jazz are predominant and weave beautifully with the grace and liveliness of the quartet.

  The intimate communication between Caine and the quartet is shown with energy and enjoyment throughout the show. The emotional ebb and flow of the music is thrilling; the improvised pieces teem with moments of eerie translucent visages, familiar classics have expertly imagined twists and of course the jovial jazz interpretations will take you by surprise.

  The Goldberg Variations interpretation was not to be missed, being a particular highlight of the show. Vivid and ethereal, the group’s enthusiasm and emotion within the piece transformed it even to a critical ear, this being a personal favourite of mine.

  The end pieces have even more energy than the entire show, seemingly over-exciting everyone involved; the group receive a standing ovation and a much extended applause. This seems to encourage Caine further, who after having left the stage returns to give us a delightful encore which leaves everyone buzzing.

• Café Müller/The Rite of Spring Choreographed by Pina Bausch Presented by Tanztheater Wuppertal Pina Bausch St James Theatre, 17th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  A pedantic older woman bustles onto the stage. Frantically, she notes the arrangement of chairs and tables in the empty café as if it is of the utmost importance. She shuffles hurriedly, worriedly around the stage, exiting as quickly as she came. Nervous laughter escapes from the audience in the darkness. Dead silence emanates, and so begins Café Müller.

  Ghostly spectres float around the stage, blindly, as if sleepwalking. Still the world is silent as they collide with mirrors, caressing them with unrivalled elegance. Prolonged moments of stillness grow into scenes of frenzy, as seemingly meaningless sequences are repeated with a growing sense of urgency. Henry Purcell’s haunting opera begins to play as a suited man moves chairs out of the path of a hopeless romantic who has just been shown that love is dominance, not equality. Café Müller is an evocative, melancholic work – a vision, astonishingly executed.

  “I thought, how would it feel to dance knowing you have to die? The chosen one is special, but she dances knowing the end is death.” – Pina Bausch.

  In The Rite of Spring, primeval villagers must choose a female sacrifice to bring about the end of winter. A carnal, vicious battle of the sexes takes place on a stage layered with dirt to Stravinsky’s orchestral score.

  Bausch’s masterful choreography expresses the entire spectrum of human emotion. Tanztheater Wuppertal Pina Bausch is ferociously dedicated to this legacy. Never before have I seen an ensemble convey terror, lust and sorrow in one heartbeat, nor have I seen electricity surge through every onstage body. Together, this ensemble is one.

• Wolf Written by Tim Barcode Directed by Sam Fisher Running at Bats Theatre until 24th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Wolf is a play set in Avonside, Christchurch in late 2010, then post 22nd February 2011. It follows a group of unlikely flatmates as they attempt to rebuild their lives in the aftermath of both of Christchurch’s devastating earthquakes. The play aims to bring about awareness of what life was like after the quakes, and to prepare us for “not if, but when, the earth suddenly snarls and bites Wellington.”

  Ali (Pip O’Connell) is a woman struggling to pay her mortgage after some structural damage affected her home in the first quake. Enter new flatmate Mike (Ryan Mead), a perpetually angry (for no apparent reason) man who works for the Earthquake Commission. As Ali already lives with Lee (Hugh Parsons), her late daughter’s boyfriend, and Cushla (Talia Carlisle), his current flame, the house soon becomes a little crowded. Tension begins to fly when their Wiccan next door neighbour Cassie (Susannah Donovan) is forced to move in after the second quake destroys her home.

  Wolf did not adequately convey the message it intended to. The cast (with the exception of Donovan and Parsons, the former whose character called for a zealous performance), acted in a melodramatic fashion when it was not necessary to do so. Their overplaying meant that the highest point of tension in the play fell on deaf ears.

  The references to the wolf too were over-explicit and needed to be woven into the script with more care and subtlety. Whilst I understand the intention behind Wolf, unfortunately both the script and the performances were in need of refinement.

• Cineastas Written and Directed by Mariano Pensotti The Opera House, 10th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Cineastas is a production that revolves around four filmmakers in Buenos Aires. The stage is innovatively split in two; on the bottom half, we follow the stories and creative processes of these filmmakers, and on the top, we watch the product of their process unfold.

  Cineastas moves a mile-a-minute. The audience certainly has to work hard to engage with four stories (eight if you count the films themselves) playing out simultaneously, all told at breakneck pace in Spanish with minimal translation.

  Although we are given English subtitles, a lot of the script is lost in translation. The narration is performed by each cast member – Horacio Acosta, Javier Lorenzo, Vanesa Maja, Juliana Muras and Marcelo Subiotto – in turn, and is always translated. However it often occurs instantaneously with dialogue, thus we miss most of the conversations that occur between characters.

  I am immensely curious then as to how someone fluent in Spanish would perceive the production as a whole. We are only given a very shallow look into the motivations and psyche of the characters – were they each in fact beautifully written, carefully crafted masterpieces, or were they deliberately underdeveloped? Was Pensotti commenting on the fact that we remember the work, not the creator, by only translating a fraction of the dialogue?

  It is well-worth the effort of attempting to follow the various streams of this production; the pay-off is sensational. Cineastas explores themes of immortality, identity and expression in a playful, brilliant and deeply moving manner. It is simply exceptional.

• Layman Written by Patrick Carroll Directed by Anya Tate-Manning Ivy Bar, 2nd Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Layman is a one-man show about birth and discovery, created and performed by Patrick Carroll. The piece was originally presented as a solo performance for the 2014 Toi Whakaari Go Solo season, where it was picked up and produced by Show Pony. Now developed into a 50 minute performance, Layman made its debut at the Wellington Fringe Festival.

  Carroll begins this captivating production in the foetal position. His face is entirely hidden beneath layer upon layer of malleable clay, which his naked body too is caked in. The effect of this is disquieting; it is not until a radiant smile that we warm to this earthen creature.

  We watch as he is born into the world, cooing and infantile. With mesmerising awe he begins to explore both himself and his environment, moulding and distorting his facial features with each new phase of his existential crisis.

  Carroll is a remarkable performer who holds the audience’s unwavering attention through moments of prolonged silence. His physicality is striking, his commitment tireless, and his self-expression courageous.

  I did feel that Carrol’s exploration of sexual identity occasionally bordered on gender-stereotyping. I am here referring to the scene in which a new pair of breasts caused him to act in a hyper-sexualised manner, but a large penis bestowed him with more power. Although I understood these moments to be ironic, I think that more obvious subversion was needed to avoid causing offense.

  Layman is deeply carnal in nature, disturbing and delightful in one breath, and absolutely, unequivocally engrossing.

• The Vivien Hirschfeld Season of The ACB with Honora Lee Written by Kate De Goldi Adapted and Directed by Jane Waddell Running at Circa Theatre until 26th Mar Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The ACB with Honora Lee is a production about the special bond 9 year old Perry (Lauren Gibson) forms with her gran Honora Lee (Ginette McDonald). In the early stages of memory loss, Honora resides in the Santa Lucia rest home, where her frosty demeanour simultaneously charms and distresses the other residents. When Perry is relieved of her weekly tennis duties and is instead allowed to visit Honora every Thursday, the two begin to rub off on each other. Language is the key to their budding relationship, and language is the thread that weaves Perry’s family together.

  In this production, Gibson expertly captures the wide-eyed innocence of a child, whilst McDonald’s endearing performance proves her phenomenal talent as both an actor and an empath; her connection and commitment to her character is awe-inspiring. Put the two actresses together and the resulting chemistry is profoundly moving.

  Amy Tarleton and Nick Dunbar, who play Perry’s mum and dad respectively, add great depth and charm to the production as a whole. Michele Amas and Simon Leary too bring charisma to the ensemble, all members of which perform multiple roles with ease.

  Imaginative and delightful sketches (drawn by Romi O’Sullivan, storyboarded by Stephen Blackburn and produced by Jason Longstaff) grace the AV screen during transitions, causing bouts of glee and giggles amongst the audience. Sound design by John McKay adds another dimension to these moments, helping us to gain insight into a child’s mind. Unified, these elements gently tug the heartstrings of young and old audience members alike.

  The ACB with Honora Lee is a touching story, beautifully rendered on stage.

• The Glitta Supernova Experience: Let’s get METAphysical Written and Directed by Glitta Supernova Fringe Bar, 28th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  The Glitta Supernova Experience is a cabaret that knows no bounds. Staring self-described sex clown Glitta Supernova, Let’s Get METAphysical is a multi-disciplinary work about being a woman in today’s society. The autobiographical cabaret is an amalgamation of burlesque skits, absurdist theatre, film, multi-media, storytelling and performance art. The result of this is an explosive feminist work with a “pro body, pro sexuality and pro humanity agenda.”

  There is no doubt that Glitta is a dazzling performer with a progressive sense of sexuality. We need more people like her in our performance industry; people who have no shame, no filter, and who aren’t afraid to get a little frisky (and a lot naked) onstage. In a society that consistently alienates sexually empowered women, Glitta is a force to be reckoned with.

  For this reason, Let’s Get METAphysical is a vital work, and Glitta Supernova is a crucial part of the female struggle for sexual liberation. However, this fact was somewhat lost in the haphazard structure of the show itself.

  All of the elements of a brilliant production were there, but Let’s Get METAphysical simply did not come together due to its complete lack of cohesion. As an audience we were flung from one story to another, with no idea of the relevance or chronology of each segment. It seemed to me as though film was used to disguise costume changes rather than for its own merit, as each clip screened seemed entirely irrelevant to its preceding and following scenes.

  Unfortunately, although I engaged with Glitta’s message, I could not engage with the chaos of The Glitta Supernova Experience.

• A Play About Space Written and Directed by Uther Dean Space Place, Carter Observatory, 12th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  A Play About Space is, unsurprisingly, set in space. Space Captain Florencia Dreggs (Hannah Banks) and her comrade Warner Hornshaw (Paul Waggot) are appointed by four-armed Joy (Alex Greig) to retrieve a mysterious box from a zombie-infested spaceship. When the box escapes their grasp, and Warner is held to ransom, Captain Flo embarks upon a mission to retrieve both the box and her delightful (albeit mildly inept) colleague. And all the while, the cardboard-armed, ominous crab-like Khalkalari are in hot pursuit…

  Presented by theatre collective My Accomplice, and written and directed by the incredibly gifted Uther Dean, A Play About Space is a low-fi, high-octane sci-fi production. And it is supremely excellent.

  My Accomplice’s collective energy and flawless comedic timing has always captivated me. Their minimalist attitude makes for extremely authentic works, and A Play About Space is no exception to this rule. However, this time we are treated to a stunning planetarium light show, courtesy of Becky Bateman. Though the starry sky does amp up the game a little, it does nothing to detract from the electric connection that these phenomenal actors have with each other. I truly believe that My Accomplice is the best ensemble in Wellington.

  My only critique of A Play About Space is that, as I was laughing so noisily and relentlessly, I missed a few golden one-liners. However, I hardly think that this is anyone’s fault but my own.

• Last Meals: A Nine Course Buffet Written by Keely Meechan Directed by Ben Emerson BATS Theatre, 9th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Last Meals: A Nine Course Buffet follows nine women on death row as they consume their final meals before execution.

  Starring Hannah Kelly (Hamburger), Keagan Carr Fransch (Birthday Cake), Ellie Stewart (Salami Stick), Georgia Latief (Plum), Karen Anslow (Sunday Roast), Lucy McCarthy (TicTac), Jean Sergent (Spaghetti Bolognaise), Trae Te Wiki (Dog Food) and Jessica Old (Pinot Noir), and directed by Ben Emerson, Last Meals: A Nine Course Buffet, is a series of monologues in which characters are named only after the last meal that they request.

  The monologues that resonated deeply with me were the ones in which the actors performed in an understated and natural way, lending believability and vulnerability to their characters. Anslow, Carr Fransch, Sergent and Old delivered phenomenal, effortless performances, with Old being the stand-out actor of the evening. Although she certainly did not perform in a naturalistic manner, Te Wiki bought huge depth and energy to the ensemble. Her performance was absolutely spectacular.

  I would have liked to have seen a little more subtlety and refinement in the other performances; at times they were over-delivered and thus overwhelming for the audience. It seems that Emerson chose to emphasise the theatrically appealing, but less convincing intentions and tendencies of these characters. The ensemble work too often felt a little double-percussive, although it certainly had moments of brilliance.

  However, as a first work, Last Meals is an astounding achievement. Meechan’s script is beautifully crafted, and there is no doubt that she is a remarkable writer. And what an outstanding ending!

• Spring Awakening Written by Frank Wedekind Directed by Keagan Carr Fransch and Samuel Phillips Bats Theatre, 27th Feb Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Spring Awakening is a play about the struggles of adolescence, written by Frank Wedekind in the late 1800s. Aptly subtitled “A Children’s Tragedy”, the play centres on challenging themes of sexual awakening, coming of age and sexual abuse.

  Coming into Spring Awakening with absolutely no frame of reference, I found myself captivated by the staging decisions made in this particular production. Keagan Carr Fransch and Samuel Phillips chose to realise the script in a magical-surrealist vein, creating an ethereal environment that was above all enchanting.

  Lucas Neal’s ingenious set and costume design (in which an entire world is created by a simple strip of bark chips and adults are introduced as intrepid explorers), Janis Cheng’s mystical lighting design and Oliver Devlin’s otherworldly sound design combined to create a colossal synergy that was impossible to avert your eyes (or ears) from.

  This synergy was furthered by Tom Clarke’s riveting performance as an omnipresent butler and intense dreamlike silences between cast members. Acushla-Tara Sutton in particular performed as Ilse with a charisma and grace that was mesmerising to behold.

  Brynley Stent’s zealous performance as Wendla felt slightly out of place in a cast of characters (played by Riley Brophy, Josh Cramond, Karin McCracken and Fran Olds) so otherwise unhappy and reserved. However, this juxtaposition served to further enhance the ideas expressed within Spring Awakening of light and dark; of the unnatural nature of glee, and of a world that demands innocence, but simply does not allow it.

• Handel's Messiah New Zealand Symphony Orchestra and the NZSO Messiah Chorale Conducted by Nicholas McGegan Michael Fowler Centre, 12th Dec Reviewed by Jennie Jones and Tamsin Evans

  From the outset, it was clear that expectations were high; the audience had come to hear a much-loved choral masterpiece, and the smaller than usual number of performers would have been pleased to see the near capacity crowd.

  Conductor Nicholas McGegan and the baroque sized NZSO opened with an immaculate sound, perfectly balanced to the point that every part was clearly and distinctly audible. Steve Davislim sang the first recitative and aria with an assured and suitably dramatic performance, followed by the first chorus, “And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed.” Recognising that with such an opening their expectations were going to be met, the audience settled in for the performance.

  James Clayton sang his recitative with conviction and great control, and was followed by the first aria from Sally-Anne Russell. Her style was more lyrical than the other voices, and she sounded a little swamped – almost as if she was a part of the orchestra. Although she improved throughout the performance, her rather more relaxed approach set her a little apart from all the other singers. Anna Leese did not let down her many admirers. The soprano started well and sang beautifully all night.

  Special mention must go to the Messiah Chorale, a collection of the best choral singers the city has to offer. A great deal of individual and collective work clearly took place in rehearsal, for they were near-perfect. Mark Dorrell must have worked hard with them; they sang cleanly and with great precision, delicacy and energy. The quality of their diction, tone and emphasis was extremely high. It would be difficult to name a favourite, but the sopranos stood out in particular. The tenors also did a sterling job, despite the fact that they were substantially fewer in number than the other sections.

  The man who drew performances of such quality from his musicians, Nicholas McGegan, seemed to be the one enjoying himself the most of all. His whole body style of conducting, almost dancing at times, was as engaging for the audience as for the singers and the orchestra. He displayed a very fine judgement of the silences as much as the music. The lengths of the pauses between movements served to accentuate the drama and heighten the audience expectations.

  The sound felt like true baroque, the harpsichord adding greatly to this, and you would be hard pressed to find a better demonstration of baroque trumpet than what we heard from Michael Kirgan in Part III.

  The audience loved the whole piece. Quick to their feet for the Hallelujah Chorus, they were even quicker to rise for a standing ovation and several rounds of applause. As a sign of how engaged we were as an audience, you couldn't ask for more.

• Gift of the Gab Directed by Matt Loveranes Bats Theatre, 21st Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Gift of the Gab is a devised one-man show performed by James Cain. In it, a denigrated Alan Rickman falls prey to an entertainment monster and agrees to trade souls for his former fame. He must be thwarted, and none are more perfect for the job than Ian McKellen and Gab, a humble cinema-worker who is most unenthused with Rickman’s blockbuster comeback Chubby.

  What fun it is to attempt to describe the plot of this production! As farfetched as it may seem, somehow the storyline made perfect sense. Despite being performed by one man, who hopped between multiple characters with boundless energy and impeccable comic timing, the plot was not only coherent but also deeply absorbing.

  Cain’s impressions were uncanny; in particular his imitations of Alan Rickman left nothing to the imagination. Moving deftly from McKellen to Rickman and back again before swooping to Colin Firth and even to Gollum, Cain performed with immeasurable flair and gusto.

  What impressed me the most about this production was its cohesiveness as a whole; each technical element worked in perfect harmony with the next. Devlin’s sound design in conjunction with Cain’s projection design and Ruscoe’s light design created a veritable goldmine of dynamism when put together. The masterful entwining of these elements in the devising process (wrought by Cain and Loveranes) created an exceptionally high standard of production.

  Gift of the Gab is a hilarious, joyful and very clever show that I personally think should somehow make its way to Alan Rickman and Ian Mckellen. No doubt they would love it.

• Take a Chance on Me Presented by the Wellington Repertory Theatre Directed by Ewen Coleman Gryphon Theatre, 18th Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Take a Chance on Me is a Roger Hall tale of six forty-sixty somethings looking for love the second time around. From divorces to infidelity and loveless romances, these strangers have been through it all. We watch as tentatively, they step as a collective into the minefield that is dating in the 21st century.

  Upon walking into the theatre, the audience was given popcorn; a lovely touch that made us feel as if we were about to see a romantic comedy at the cinema. This tone was prevalent throughout the performance. In a Woody Allen-esque metatheatricality, much of the story was narrated to us as it was taking place. The result of this was a conversational style of production that relaxed the audience enough to laugh hysterically and noisily where appropriate – which was often!

  Boyes, Divett, Leonard, Dowsett, Rogers and Eade play our six immensely relatable focal characters with ease and commitment. Mander and McMechan play Eric and Liz respectively, whilst also both appearing as numerous other figures throughout the play. From flamboyant bartenders to Taiwanese gold-diggers, displaced children and haughty adolescents, these two actors are exceptionally versatile. McMechan in particular deserves recognition for her incredible performance; to me she was the highlight of this production.

  Take a Chance on Me is truly timeless in the tales it tells, and in its ability to capture human emotion with authenticity. The Wellington Repertory Theatre have done justice to the work in this charming and charismatic production.

• The Keys are in the Margarine Directed by Cindy Diver and Stuart Young Bats Theatre, 11th Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  The Keys are in the Margarine is a verbatim play about dementia. Compiled out of “dozens of hours of interviews”, and reenacted by six talented individuals via a discreet earphone feed, the authenticity of this piece is astonishing.

  As an audience we are told the stories of those afflicted with dementia, their loved ones, and medical and health care professionals in the exact words (intonations, mannerisms, stutters and all) in which they were originally spoken. In rehearsal, the cast spent numerous hours studying filmed interviews so as to adopt the physicality of the people that they embody with absolute truth and precision. The aural feed, which the audience cannot hear but is replicated precisely by the actors, serves as both a vehicle for communication and a groundbreaking verbatim device.

  The work that has gone into the composition of this production deserves the highest of praise; dramaturg Simon O’Connor, writer Susie Lawless and writers/directors Stuart Young and Cindy Diver have created a sense of cohesion by interweaving hilarity with heartbreak to poignant effect. Recurrent themes from individual stories are drawn upon and placed in succession to create meaning in a world that lacks sense and justice.

  The actors are phenomenal. Clare Adams, Cindy Diver, Julie Edwards, Karen Elliot, Ross Johnston and Will Spicer use a simple but effective costume change to embody a number of different impacted people. Their grace and courage is astounding, as is that of the interviewees.

  Collaboratively, the cast and production team of, and contributors to The Keys are in the Margarine have done a great public service. Their efforts have resulted in a thoroughly moving production that raises vital and accessible awareness of Dementia.

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• Ache Written by Pip Hall Directed by Lyndee-Jane Rutherford Running at Circa Theatre until 21st Nov Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Ache is a tale of love, loss and fate set in Wellington, New Zealand 2015. It follows “Man” (Dey) and “Woman” (Lyons) as they navigate through the perils of modern dating and ill-fated timing.

  From their first meeting, the chemistry between Man and Woman is electric. She “bums” a ciggie in unconquerable, unreasonably beautiful shoes, and he drinks from a line-up of beers whilst lamenting his current state of affairs. Just when sparks begin to fly, in tromps Man’s girlfriend (Usherwood). From there, Man and Woman have several untimely encounters in which their longing for each other grows.

  Topical parodies of hipster cafés are amongst the many highlights of the production, with Buchanan playing pretentious TC “Chef” (and indeed various other male tropes) with great comedic prowess. Usherwood embodies numerous female stereotypes with hilarious comic timing, though perhaps at times pushes them a little too far to the point of cliché.

  Dey and Lyons are superstars who manage to both complement and offset each other brilliantly, Dey with subtlety and depth, Lyons with extravagance and poise.

  Hall’s script is gorgeously understated and yet still has the capacity to resonate deeply with its audience. Each scene weaves powerful sentiments of nostalgia and loss with comedy and romance effortlessly, and as a whole the script gracefully achieves the perfect balance between funny and moving. And what a pleasure to see a relatable female character with depth in the centre of a production of this scale!

• Gifted Written by Patrick Evans Directed by Conrad Newport Running at Circa Theatre until 31st Oct Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  The year was 1955 when Janet Frame first arrived unannounced on Frank Sargeson’s doorstep. Only partially invited to do so, Janet moved in to Frank’s old army hut without pomp or ceremony. 16 months later, she emerged with the manuscript of her first novel Owls do Cry, and Frank’s life was changed forever. Gifted is a magical, fictional portrayal of these events.

  What first must be said is that Daniel Williams’ set design was astounding. Charming and delightful, it offered us a glimpse into Frank’s kitchen and sitting room, with a gorgeous garden centre stage and the infamous hut on the right. This realistic and fully functional set aptly entwined naturalism and the fantastical. Perfectly encapsulating the almost mythical nature of Frank’s perspective, our first and last sighting of Miss Frame is a glorious stage picture; she stands surrounded by hundreds of sheets of billowing paper, cleverly fixed to a wire mesh fence with an almost Janet-shaped-hole in its centre.

  Having an ashamedly limited knowledge of the famed encounter that Gifted is based on, I needn’t have been wary that I would not fully engage with the story; it is beautifully realised by an exceptionally talented cast. Andrew Laing (Sargeson) portrays a man half enamoured with and half perturbed by Frame with outstanding subtlety, and captivates his audience with charismatic audacity. Harriet Prebble (Frame) breathes life into a character that is depicted only from another’s perspective (a huge challenge gracefully met), and Simon O’Connor plays Sargeson’s “old mate” Harry Doyle with glee and commitment.

  Gifted is at once funny and heartfelt, and a joy to behold.

• The Travelling Squirrel Written by Robert Lord Directed by Susan Wilson Running at Circa Theatre until 2nd Oct Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Lord’s The Travelling Squirrel is set in New York in the 1980s and follows a young couple as they navigate through the ruthless ambivalence of the entertainment industry. Bart (Waggott) is an introverted writer who is currently employed as a pornographic-magazine editor, much to his dismay. His wife Jane (Sutton) is a wildly successful, stunning soap-opera star who really knows how to work the room. The couple’s dynamics shift dramatically when sleazy bronzed agent Terry (Paterson) grows interested in Robert, a squirrel of Bart’s imagining, and Bart looks like he’s headed for the big time.

  Rutherford, who plays the flamboyant, wealthy party-thrower Wally is a crowd favourite who provokes widespread whoops of admiration, particularly in his adoration of the strong and silent sexbomb Daryl (Anderson). Green, who plays Jane’s best friend Julie, is a talented wonder woman who handles her role with flair and outstanding charisma, while Paterson is positively hilarious and Waldron’s performance is engaging, if a little uneven. Sutton and Waggott sizzle with chemistry and their honest and understated performances equalise the extravagance around them, making for a poised and balanced production.

  Director Wilson has made some stunning staging calls – her use of overlap in terms of time and space in particular creates a harmonious sense of flow.

  Lord’s eloquent work speaks not only of the fickle nature of the entertainment industry, but also of the fickle nature of the human spirit. This brilliant cast play greed, lust and corruption with expert charm and subtlety and their collective performance is a delight to behold.

• Stutterpop Written and Directed by Sam Brooks Bats Theatre, 2nd Sep Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Stutterpop is an autobiographical account of a young man’s journey through life with a stutter. Renowned Auckland-based playwright Sam Brooks, winner of the Playwrights b4 25 Award, and author of such works as The 21st Narcissus, Goddess and Mab’s Room, tells his story with a raw authenticity in this performance debut.

  Brooks allows us a deeply personal glimpse into his life, telling the tales of his past unrequited love interests, boyfriends and struggles by using his own voice in cleverly orchestrated timed scenes. Musician and sound designer Ogle cheekily restricts Brooks’ stage time as his stutter is heightened when he is in the spotlight. Brooks’ bravery in these moments is incredibly moving and a privilege to behold.

  When Brooks’ time is up, the brilliant Hambleton takes to the stage to read the rest of the scene, taking cues from him as to the delivery of his lines. These suggestions take both Hambleton and the audience on a wild romp of a journey and delight Brooks, who is evidently impressed with the talented actress’ improv skills.

  These storytelling scenes are interspersed with Brooks’ fab lip-syncing numbers, rampant with joy and liveliness and supported by energetic boogie wonders Brown and Fitzgibbon.

  What struck me most about Stutterpop was the delicate balance it struck between heart-wrenching and hilarious. It is such an honour to see something on stage that means so much to somebody, and to be able to laugh and cry along with that person. Congratulations Sam on a truly wonderful and touching show.

• My Favourite Problematic Produced by Annabella Gamboni Directed by Rosie Cann Ramsay House, 19th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  My Favourite Problematic is a verbatim feminist work presented by Titty Theatre Collective. The stories told throughout the performance have come from the group’s blog, which has been open for members of the public to share their experiences to for over two years now, and remains open today. The blog has become a safe place; a place where women can talk about their experiences of love, loss, sexuality, abuse, gender, the patriarchy and identity without fear, knowing that perhaps their stories may make it word for word to the stage someday.

  My Favourite Problematic was originally a 2015 Fringe Festival sell-out sensation, and was revived on this occasion as a one-off performance to celebrate Victoria University Women’s Week. Unfortunately having missed the first performance, I do not have any notes to compare the two, but was told in the open forum following the performance that this particular rendition was a stripped back version; less cast members, less choreography, a more intimate space and a shorter script.

  The stories told during My Favourite Problematic are stories that need to be told, and I am so inexpressibly glad that someone is telling them. The talented cast (Joblin, Brown, Cornwell-Young, Smith and Murray) handle the dialogue with artistic prowess, speaking always with a mindfulness, respect and kindness towards both their characters and their audience.

  Shriley’s beautiful musical accompaniment created an electric charge, and in conjunction with the intimate space and arresting performances made for a significant and emotional evening.

• Polish Orchestra Wellington Soloist: Michael Houstoun (piano) Michael Fowler Centre, 8th Aug Reviewed by Garth Wilshere.

  Thank goodness for a great Symphony performance to end this concert. The performance of Mussorgsky’s “Night on Bare Mountain” was an inauspicious start. Under the direction of 2015 Assistant Conductor Vincent Hardacker we heard a dull performance. Most of the notes were there and there was a certain precision in the playing, but missing was any excitement, devoid of rhythmic pulse and tonal variety. It just didn’t cut it. Such a dramatically written, colourful work should have guaranteed to catch our attention; on this occasion it didn’t.

  Despite good but not outstanding playing from pianist Michael Houstoun, Scriabin’s rather tepid Piano Concerto didn’t really fire either. It has some virtuosic runs, and Houstoun’s pianism in these was strong, but the piece itself is rather indifferent and not one of the great Russian Concertos. I am unconvinced of Houstoun’s affinity with Russian Concerti in general and this lesser piece needs stronger advocacy. Conductor Marc Taddei provided good support from the orchestra for the soloist.

  But the concert came to life with a superb performance of Tchaikovsky’s rarely played Third Symphony, “Polish.” Conducted from memory by Taddei, beautifully balanced and shaped, it was one of the best performances I have heard from Taddei. Played essentially straight without mannerisms; it was all the better for that, and the orchestra rose to the challenges with weightier string sound, perhaps influenced by guest leader from the NZSO Vesa-Matti Leppänen and notably fine and brass and winds.

  This symphony redeemed the concert, which had started so disappointingly.

• Te Koki New Zealand School of Music Opera Double Bill: Purcell – "Dido and Aeneas" Conductor Donald Maurice Ravel – "L'enfant et les sortilèges" Conductor Kenneth Young Director Frances Moore Memorial Theatre Victoria University, 13th Aug Reviewed by Garth Wilshere.

  In Purcell’s “Dido and Aeneas” the quality of the title characters, Alicia Cadwgan and Declan Cudd and others varied, but the chorus singing was good, strong and disciplined.

  Unfortunately there was no sense of style from the indifferent orchestra under Donald Morris, and sadly Moore’s misjudged stage direction sunk it for me.

  A huge disappointment.

  In a night of two halves, a big part in the success of “L’enfant et les sortilèges” was the brilliant Ravel score realised in a superb reduced orchestration by Michael Vinten. Under Kenneth Young the orchestra played very well, although a little more verve from Young would have helped.

  The opera is the tale of a naughty schoolboy who teases the furniture, objects and forest creatures who come to life to teach him a lesson. He redeems himself when he bandages a squirrel’s hurt paw. It is vibrant and quirky with lots of elements and styles; jazz, dance etc. matched by Collette’s delightful libretto, here sung in English. Throughout there were good vocal performances, with the anchoring role of Katherine McIndoe’s Child, and Olivia Sheat’s Princess the standouts.

  There are too many other singers to mention but the many characters brought to life were fun, and visually all were enhanced by imaginative, evocative costuming in an enchanting morality tale.

  Directing here was more effective and overall it was enjoyable.

• The Hound of the Baskervilles Directed by Ross Jolly Running at Circa Theatre until 29th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  In this performance of the Hound of the Baskervilles, Francis’ adaptation of the treasured Sir Arthur Conan Doyle tale is brought to the stage in a strange and compelling way. It’s hard to know whether the decision to have more than one Watson at any given time was made by Francis himself, Jolly or indeed the committee as a whole, but it is certainly an intriguing move that works in more ways than one.

  William Kircher, Andrew Foster, Nigel Collins and Gavin Rutherford all collectively play Sherlock Holmes’ beloved sidekick Watson. This results in a rather arresting and dynamic stage picture.

  On stage we may see Rutherford embody Sir Henry Baskerville (the last remaining heir to Baskerville Hall) with outstanding commitment but a slightly patchy American accent, while Foster and Collins converse in the foreground as the animated Watson, and Kircher struts about as the refined and renowned Sherlock Holmes.

  The scene might then shift in a fraction of a heartbeat to depict Rutherford, Kircher and Foster conversing in unison as Watson with Collins, the soft-spoken but hard-tempered Mrs. Hudson. If we’re truly lucky, we may then even be allowed the absolute pleasure of seeing Foster prance across the stage in ecstasy whilst attempting to catch a butterfly.

  There is no denying the work that this brilliant cast has put in to this whipcracking piece. Although at times it is a little overwhelming, their collective performance is engaging and expertly executed.

• The Ugly One Written by Marius Von Mayenburg Directed by Giles Burton Running at Circa Theatre until 7th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  The Ugly One revolves around Lette, (Brougham) a man who suddenly discovers that he is in fact hideously ugly. So ugly that his own revolutionary invention must be presented to the masses by his more attractive co-worker Karlmann, (Waggott) his loving wife Fanny (Rutherford) can only bare to look into his left eye and his plastic surgeon Scheffler (Rippon) will have to start from scratch if there’s to be any hope at all.

  I must say that Mayenburg’s masterfully condensed satire went places that I was not expecting. I was prepared for Lette to become incredibly vain and forget the base purpose of his life, only to turn around, decide he wanted his old face back and emerge from the ordeal as a new and enlightened (albeit ugly) man.

  However I was not prepared for a 73 year old glamorous cougar to materialise onto the scene, nor was I prepared for this character to be so expertly embodied by the feisty, talented and sensual firecracker that is Rutherford. I was not prepared for Serano’s set and costume design to be so inspired; so simple and yet so effective.

  This New Zealand premiere of The Ugly One is bold and truly charming.

• Cleanskin Written by Andrew Clarke Directed by Jessica Old Bats Theatre, 4th Aug Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Cleanskin is an existential play that follows young woman Arianna (McCarthy) on her quest to be understood and to understand in turn. Arianna is somewhat disillusioned with her life; her passive boyfriend Brenton (McGowan) never listens to her, whilst her friend Hannah (Halligan) is only concerned with the shallow aspects of their relationship – namely drinking and partying.

  Had Clarke’s script been approached in a different way, Cleanskin could have been a masterpiece. I personally found the multiplicity of genres expressed throughout the performance to be jarring.

  The script itself is quite surreal; it is metaphorical, filled with beautiful expressive language that yearns to be staged in a manner that is out of the ordinary. This perhaps justifies McCarthy’s theatrical performance, which at times bordered on a melodrama that I found hard to swallow.

  Halligan’s performance was so exaggerated it was effectively farcical, and although this can be justified depending on your interpretation of the script and her character, I did not find it enjoyable.

  McGowan was the calm naturalist focal point that for me brought the play together. His performance worked beautifully in conjunction with Tilly’s realistic and stylish set, but neither of these elements fit with the script.

  What I would have liked to have seen would be an entirely naturalist take on the script, or an entirely surreal and absurdist take. I felt that the performance as a whole did not fully commit to either and what resulted was a confused play that had the exact same identity crisis as its main character.

  Or perhaps that is the point?

  Old’s lighting design was to me the highlight of Cleanskin and deserves recognition for its stunning simplicity and subtlety.

• How to Catch a Grim Reaper Written by Helen Vivienne Fletcher Directed by David Lawrence Bats Theatre, 14th July Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  In this “horror-comedy-thriller-drama-romance,” Psychology major Tobias (Clarke) has convinced med-student Robbie (Calverley) to assist in the temporary homicide of willing test subject Josh (Boyle) in order to attract and catch the Grim Reaper (Simons and Taurima). Film enthusiast Stacy (Woods) plans to catch it all on camera while everybody tries to avoid Josh’s overbearing sister Mel (Hurley).

  The trouble is that nobody really knows what to do with the reaper once they’ve caught it.

  Fletcher’s How to Catch a Grim Reaper has the capacity to be very powerful, and at times it is realised to its full potential in this production. In particular Clarke’s expressive performance has moments of great depth and clarity, whilst Bragg’s AV design is absolutely ingenious. However I did find the performance as a whole to be a little too melodramatic and in need of a few moments of quiet and stillness for the sake of balance.

• The Presentation of Findings from the First 7500 Days of My Life Done in the Interest of Showing you How to Live Better Lives Written by Uther Dean Directed by Sally Richards Bats Theatre, 14th July Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  In consideration of my word limit, I shall henceforth refer to Dean’s work as The First 7,500 Days of my Life, and state bluntly that it is brilliant. As the title is relatively self-explanatory, all you really need to know is that Max Addison (Williams) has some pretty important things to tell you.

  If other people would stop disrupting her meticulous flow with their individual nuances, or if she was not interrupted by feelings (much to her dismay,) she may have finished her presentation. As it stands, you’ll probably leave the theatre feeling informed and touched regardless.

  Williams is the stand-out performer of the festival, and deserves huge recognition for her perceptive, emotionally intelligent and moving portrayal of a woman who struggles with social interactions and prescribed reality. Savage gives a beautiful and humble performance as Max’s younger brother Ash, and the androgynous tone of the script as a whole is innovative.

  However, whilst I appreciate that The First 7,500 Days of my Life is offered to us as a presentation rather than a performance, I will say that I found the lack of curtain-call a tad pretentious.

• The 21st Narcissus Written by Sam Brooks Directed by Uther Dean Bats Theatre, 14th July Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  The 21st Narcissus follows 6 people as they interact with strangers and each other over social media, forming friendships, relationships and egocentric attitudes.

  On Facebook, two teens (played by Peter Rogers and Adeline Shaddick) stay up all night messaging each other, whilst an intelligent and poetic boy (Oscar Fitzgerald) begins to lose his identity on Tumblr.

  On Twitter, three teenage girls (Bronte Fitzgibbon, Isadora Lao and Jane Wills) bond over their love of singing sensation Amber Smence (Cann). After careful consideration and numerous google searches I can confirm that Miss Smence is in fact fictional, and that I probably should have known that already.

  Brook’s work is engaging, fast-paced and topical.

  Andrew Welsh’s set and AV design is the highlight of this production, and in conjunction with Caitlin Foster’s lighting design makes for a very arresting stage picture. I found Rogers’ performance in particular to be expertly charming, and the commitment and energy of the ensemble admirable.

• Sleeping Beauty on Ice St James Theatre, 1st July. Reviewed by Tina McMahon.

  It is not common practice to take my 10 & 14 year old daughters to work, but this was an exception! Sleeping Beauty on Ice did not disappoint.

  The 21st century interpretation gives us a modern twist on Charles Perraults’ classic fairytale. Gone are the fairies; instead we are greeted by six sisters to Princess Aurora who delight the crowd with their effortless in-sync performances.

  Lilac Princess Alina Saprykina (eldest of the sisters) is outstanding. Her blend of grace, strength, spins and confident proficiency showcases her individual talent. Hers was a standout performance.

  Carabosse, bearer of evil, is no longer the disfigured old hag normally associated with the character. In her place stands a dark-handsome figure whose use of fire, effortless manoeuvres and aerial swooping at speed had my girls and I fixated on the stage.

  There is no longer a 100 year slumber; spindles are replaced by a spiked tonic and the regular tight fitting costumes normally related with this performance are pushed aside for gorgeous layered jewelled outfits which float and glide with the performer.

  You are left with a sense of warmth towards each character – special mention is due to the endearing Catalabutte. Along with strong performances from the Queen and King, high octane energy has you on the edge of your seat.

  Overall this spectacular, eye-candy performance is for everyone. Whether you are into the technical qualities of theatrical ice-skating or you just simply love to hear the squeals of delight and amazement from your children, Sleeping Beauty on Ice cannot be missed.

• Hot Pursuit (M) 87 mins ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Hot Pursuit begins when disciplined Cooper (Witherspoon) the desk-bound police officer is finally given an assignment on the field. Forever blushing with the shame of a past blunder, Cooper is determined to prove herself and live up to her Chief father’s name.

  Cooper’s assignment is simply to escort Daniella Riva (Vergara) to Dallas to testify against mega mass-murderer and drug lord Cortez. However, this proves to be a difficult feat when trigger-happy minions burst in and shoot the place down.

  ‘Armed and sort of dangerous,’ Cooper and Riva flee and are mistaken for criminals. In one of those great moments when one can actually say with complete conviction ‘well, that escalated quickly,’ things get crazy from there.

  For some reason, this movie has copped a lot of flak and I think it is unjustified. Sure, the film’s plot is predictable and easy, just as is the (at times) slapstick comedy that emanates from Witherspoon and Cooper’s clumsy interactions and getaway attempts, but what action-comedy’s isn’t?

  Perhaps critics had a higher expectation from this film as it’s a largely female dominated production. Co-produced, edited and directed by women, with two female superstar leads, Hot Pursuit was set up in Hollywood’s mind to be a feminist masterpiece.

  The fact that it isn’t doesn’t mean it is anti-feminist.

  It’s a silly, goofy movie that made me laugh. As long as you don’t walk into the cinema expecting to be mind-boggled, then Hot Pursuit would make for a great ladies night-out.

• Yours Truly Directed by Simon Boyes. Running at Gryphon Theatre until 18th July. Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Yours Truly – A Jack the Ripper Story – is set in London, Autumn 1888. It follows four unlikely lovers of varying class as their lives slowly intertwine, eventually intersecting with the infamous mass-murderer Jack the Ripper.

  As their name suggests they would, Backyard Productions seem to have approached Belz’s script with a minimalist and authentic attitude, choosing to use simply a box, a bed, a desk and two chairs to represent an entire historic world. These items were dimly illuminated in turn, casting shadows into the empty, black abyss around them.

  The use of barren space, arresting projections, candlelight and eerie voice-overs in conjunction with exceptionally raw performances seemed to cast an enchantment over the audience. You could hear a pin drop as we watched, breathless, in what felt to us like a haunted space – a captivating place, dark, strange and disturbing.

  The cast members had an electrical connection with each other – a piercing chemistry that must come from re-enacting such terrifying events and embodying such horror.

  In particular, Gillet gave a chilling and unnerving performance as twisted surgeon Gull. At times I felt myself physically recoil from him and let out an embarrassing petrified whimper, which is a testament to his astonishing performance.

  Fitzharris portrayed Marie with a huge amount of charm and charisma, punctuating the darkness around her with wit, sensuality and courage.

  Belz’s work is full of heightened, evocative language and commendable character development, and Backyard Production’s performance does it great justice.

  Yours Truly – A Jack the Ripper Story is morbidly fascinating and mesmerising. Honestly, I had nightmares.

• An Evening with the Modern Māori Quartet Hannah Playhouse, 18th Jun. Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  The Modern Māori Quartet aptly describe themselves as a handsome Māori foursome who love to croon their modern spin on classic numbers. However, they’ve forgotten to tell us that they are a charming, charismatic constellation of the most ridiculously talented fullas out there. No worries, one minute with them and we’ve figured that out for ourselves.

  James Tito, Matariki Whatarau, Maaka Pohatu and Francis Kora are the Modern Māori Quartet, and together they perform a blend of Kiwi and Western Classics, all interspersed with playful banter, fresh perspective and cheeky charm.

  It’s not surprising that the members of MMQ are all, first and foremost, brilliant actors. Coincidentally, they happen to be amazing musicians that explode with chemistry whenever they’re in the same room.

  During An Evening with the Modern Māori Quartet we were taken on a journey from Haere Mai to Haere Ra, with raucous laughter, ‘the feels’ and Game of Thrones Spoilers along the way – all whilst in complete awe of the immeasurable talent before us.

  Their harmonies resonated far past the walls of the Hannah Playhouse, and indeed, Wellington itself. I would love to see these stunners on the world stage representing New Zealand, although I certainly appreciated the intimacy of the evenings’ performance.

  I was even blessed with the privilege of speaking to them afterwards, although all I recall from that experience is stammering at James Tito in a star-struck manner whilst grinning stupidly.

  P.s. I think it was fairly obvious that Maaka Pohatu was serenading me directly the whole time. Sorry ladies.

• NZ Symphony Orchestra 13 June at Michael Fowler Centre, playing Beethoven and Sibelius Conductor Pietari Inkinen Reviewed by Bryony Hales and Rachel Brown.

  It was difficult to leave the enthusiasm of the youthful Brass Bandits entertaining the crowds in Cuba St, but we had a date at the MFC, where a full and affectionate audience farewelled the Musical Director of the NZSO, Pietari Inkinen, after 8 years.

  There is a certain etiquette observed at orchestral concerts. The players come on stage, take their seats, warm up, tune up, followed by the Concertmaster (the first violin), to applause from the audience.

  The tone is set for more disciplined tuning, silence falls, and then the conductor and soloist enter, to more applause. They acknowledge the audience and orchestra, and take their positions, this time for Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major.

  Karen Gomyo stood straight and still, encircled by the folds of her gown, as the gentle booms of the tympani gave way to sliding woodwind, then rising and falling strings, over which the violin finally entered. One small instrument filled the auditorium, while the orchestra echoed, built and repeated the motif.

  The second movement became more contemplative, the orchestra’s notes barely perceptible at times, underpinning the violin’s tunes.

  The second half featured Sibelius’ Lemmkainen Suite, less melodic, more atmospheric, with strong rhythms giving musical voice to the legend of this Finnish warrior. Sweeps of sound from the strings were broken by the brass, exploding in bursts of volume, and quieting for the floating swan floating played by the Cor Anglais.

  Etiquette was forgotten for the final bows, as streamers arced across the stage and the audience gave a standing ovation to the undemonstrative but well-loved Inkinen.

• Spy (R16) 120 mins ★ ★ ★ ★ Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  Contrary to popular belief, Susan Cooper is not a cat lady. She is a well-put together woman who lacks confidence and is stuck behind a desk. This is not a boring office job however, it’s a job in which she’s able to play guardian angel to her suave co-worker, the CIA agent who coincidentally happens to be the love of her life.

  When Bradley Fine (Law) is assassinated, Cooper (McCarthy) vows vengeance and flounders onto the field, defying all of the odds set against her. Slamming stigmas, she never once acquires a cat, despite being forced to wear the most atrociously feline-friendly shirt the world has ever seen.

  Constantly shadowed by ex-CIA-agent Ford, (Statham,) Cooper must sit through a series of psychotic, hyperbolic rants about male toughness before she can grow her own pair and kick some arse. And kick some arse, she certainly does.

  Whilst I’m not normally a fan of Melissa McCarthy’s self-depreciating sense of humour, she shines in Spy, and for once the joke is not on her. It’s on anyone around her that doesn’t realise what an exceptionally kind and talented ‘mother-butler’ she is.

  Spy is an ingeniously realised parody of the traditional spy film and tramples all over conventional stereotypes in an uproarious way. I would cut off my right arm and reattach it to my left just to see it again. Not really, I’m just giving you a taste of what you’re in for.

• Second Afterlife Directed by Kerryn Palmer and Ryan Knighton. Circa Theatre, 29th May. Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Second Afterlife is the tale of an adolescent man who makes a resolution to permanently delete his Facebook account. Dan’s (Hebenton’s) digital mission is no easy feat, and in his attempts to clear his own history, he is sucked into the grizzly and pixelated underbelly of the Internet. Here he must confront his past cyber selves, surfing through forgotten memes and negligible YouTube sensations in a desperate bid to wipe his slate clean.

  Playwright Ralph McCubbin Howell is on to a real goldmine in his exploration of how ingrained social media is in our society today, and Second Afterlife is the perfect expression of this discussion. Beautifully written, screaming topical relevance and with masterfully developed characters, Howell’s work is astounding.

  This revival of the 2014 Young and Hungry performance does his work great justice. In particular, Anna Robinson’s set design is inspired, consisting of layer upon layer of broken computer screens, VCR tapes, and glitchy, vibrant projections. With the help of Tony Black’s lighting design and Phillip Jones’ idiosyncratic sound effects, the space is transformed into an ethereal digital arena.

  This is where the magic takes place. Hebenton performs in a beautifully unassuming and humble manner and is wholly believable. He equalises the fast-paced, highly physical and heightened action around him, (realised with outstanding commitment by Trigg, Staijen, Ensor, Sinclair-Parker and Hansen,) and acts as a Zen focal point that makes his character immensely identifiable. Ultimately, his performance enables the play to strike the perfect balance between real and fantastical.

• Lucie Rie: A New Zealand Connection The Dowse Art Museum, Lower Hutt, Wellington. Until July 26. Free entry. Reviewed by Maurice Bennett.

  Lucie Rie: A New Zealand Connection is a not-to-be-missed exhibition for lovers of ceramics, modernism, design, and beautiful objects.

  In 1938 Lucy Rie fled Austria, emigrating to London, where she set up a pottery studio. She was influential in introducing European shapes and design to British ceramics, which is in contrast to the heavy brown ware of the Anglo/ Japanese style pottery, which dominated the English speaking world at the time.

  In New Zealand several progressive retail outlets imported her work, while a further link was gained through the potter John Parker, who trained under Lucie at The Royal College of Art. Items of his work are also on display in which Lucie’s presence can clearly be seen.

  One the works I was particularly taken by, is a small but elegant bowl, it has beautifully simple bright Uranium yellow glaze with a bronze oxide edge that runs as delicate dribbles down the side.

  Not to be missed are a collection of Luice’s trade mark, thin neck bottles with their flared rims. So very modern for their time, they would not seem out of place today.

  Alongside are wonderful bowls by John Parker, one of which has a lava glaze, while another has wonderful bronze finish, so often used by Lucie.

  Importantly, this is an outstanding exhibition, by one of Britain’s most acclaimed potters, accompanied by equally outstanding works of John Parker one of New Zealand’s leading ceramic artist.

• Lysistrata Adapted by The Bacchanals. Directed by David Lawrence. Running at Bats Theatre until 6th Jun. Reviewed by Madelaine Empson.

  Lysistrata is an Ancient Greek Comedy by Aristophanes that speaks of women boycotting sex until their men stop going to war. Doesn’t sound like that much to play with, right? Not so for the Bacchanals, an award-winning 15-year-old theatre company directed by David Lawrence, a nationally renowned feminist-extraordinaire whose witticisms know no bounds.

  Lysistrata is jam-packed with contemporary social and political references and is profoundly metatheatrical. We’re talking actors consistently stepping out of character to discuss the action, structure, flaws and motifs of the original script, question Aristophanes’ stance on feminism and overall intentions, get a little bit naked, engage in a healthy portion of hanky-panky, sing, dance, frolic, wave their erect plasticine doodles around and generally absorb their audience in an evening of ruckus dynamism.

  It’s a mile-a-minute production, featuring knockout performers such as Salesi Le’ota, who looks better in a dress than I do, and Michael Ness, whose bushy lavender beard and sweet disposition had me at ‘Jasmine.’

  I was in stitches from the get go, partly because I was exquisitely uncomfortable, and partly because it’s actually just hilarious.

  Just a warning, you probably shouldn’t see Lysistrata if you’re not that bothered by burger grease on your fingers. I for one am in awe of any contraption that is capable of minimising the ungodly horrors of sticky-burger-scented fingers, and revel in any excuse to worship it.

• Gregor Kregar Bowen Galleries, Ghuznee Street. Reviewed by Maurice Bennett.

  I do not know about you? But while I admire the ceramics of the past, I am not hung up on them. I also admire any potter who uses new technologies and also pushes the frontiers of design.

  On show at Bowen Galleries, Ghuznee Street, are four ceramic vases by the multi-media and highly talented artist Gregor Kregar. Gregor is well known for his rows of porcelain figures of the artist clad in overalls or his ceramic Sheep in brightly coloured rugby jerseys created for the Rugby World Cup.

  These are no ordinary shaped vases, they have been built up by triangle and trapezoid shapes, directly relating to the sculptures that Gregor creates using similar forms.

  Besides the contemporary shape of the vases, what further sets them apart from the ceramics of old is the method of glazing employed. The bright aluminium and Pearl lustre surfaces have been achieved by the modern surface coating method of Physical Vapor Deposition. Thin layer metals such as chromium and aluminum are laid down as a highly adherent coating. The properties of the coating on some of the works have been further changed to create a wonderful Pearl lustre glaze by an extra firing.

  I know of few other potters who have taken on the frontiers of new technologies, most are stuck in the methods and the aesthetics of the nineteen sixties or even earlier. It is therefore fantastic to see work that is reflective of the world we live in.

• Elements Exhibition Various Artists. Wairarapa Museum of Art and History. Until 21 June, 2015. Reviewed by Maurice Bennett.

  Every year the Lower North Island Region Potters hold an exhibition of their work. Entitled “Elements”. It is being held this year at Aratoi, Wairarapa Museum of Art and History, in Masterton.

  You will see works by 28 of the region’s potters, each showing a number of pieces. With the various potters showing their personal differences to the use of clay, firing techniques, and glazing methods.

  My comments relate to work that impressed me, not to the prize winners or what others may consider to be better work. A highlight for me was the work of Rosemary O’Hara. Her work has a strong Pacific / New Zealand flavour. This was due to the colour of the clay and impressions created by the use of feathers and leaves.

  Lisa Donaldson displayed two simple plates, both showing a mastery of the glazing process. Lisa created simple seascapes using subdued blues and greys which give a pleasing effect that I consider to be outstanding.

  Another potter well worth a mention is Jill Bagnall, who makes really great well-constructed work. I admired a salad bowl with a square base and an interior dark glaze.

  A disappointment for myself, is that there were no works that showed innovation, there was no pushing the boundaries, or anybody using clay in a new and innovative way. The exhibition felt a bit safe and little subdued.

  All the work is for sale.

• New Zealand ceramicist and sculptor 'Mudlark' Exhibition Bronwynne Cornish (born 1945) The Dowse Art Museum until 2 August, 2015 Reviewed by Maurice Bennett.

  ‘Mudlark’ – is a major exhibition of Bronwynne Cornish’s work - one of New Zealand’s most celebrated ceramic artists. Bronwynne has been working with clay since the 1960’s.

  As a full time potter Bronwynne has exhibited in a number of major galleries both in New Zealand and overseas. Her style is quite unique and personal reflecting a strong feminine theme, her interest in ritual and the power of magic.

  Making up most of her exhibition are her figures. Hybrid humanal forms or animal and people beings inspired by Egyptian deities, sphinx, birds, and mythological animals. These motifs have formed a cornerstone of Cornish’s practice over the past twenty years, and constantly recur in her work. A personal favourite of mine, ‘Temple of Hera’ (1996) was one of the many temples on display. What drew me to this piece was the raw clay surface.

  Filling a much larger space in the exhibition is one of Bronwynne’s installations works, ‘Home is where the Heart is’. Works of this size first appeared in the 1980s and at the time were considered a radical departure from the accepted traditions of pottery-making in New Zealand.

  For me it was great to be reacquainted with the work. I first saw it at the Denis Cohen gallery in the early Eighties. The work speaks to the viewer on many levels. I see images of domestic life (slip-cast clothes pegs), ritual and magic (the temple and the row of cats) plus the feminine statement that prevails, but this is where I finish. I know I should both see and experience more.

• Into The Storm New Zealand Symphony Orchestra. Michael Fowler Centre - May 16th Conductor: Thomas Sondergard. Reviewed by Rachel Brown and Bryony Hales.

  As the audience arrived at the MFC dressed up in furs, suits, hats and heels, or dressed up in jeans, hats and parkas, the concert could well have been titled In From The Storm.

  It began unexpectedly with a tribute to NZ composer Jack Body. His short piece, the Fifth Meditation on Michelangelo, smooth strings contrasting with chattering percussive strikes , introduced the evening.

  An abrupt change led into Britten’s Four Sea Interludes, with high string phrases dropping down, through the woodwind, to thundering brass. Sections of the orchestra took up the theme, at times the violins skipping and leaping, as other sections broke in, disrupting the mood. The percussion had a true workout, moving from xylophone to bass drum, tympani to gong, beautiful clear chimes.

  Then the jewel of the evening – Anthony Marwood bowing, plucking, striking, reaching impossibly unbearably high notes, in Britten’s Violin Concerto. While the orchestra maintained strong rhythmic beats, the violin went its own sweet way, echoed at times by piccolo or trumpet. After ascending and descending scales, it rose to a final fading note, and Sondergard held both orchestra and audience in utter silence.

  The final piece, Sibelius’ Symphony No. 2, was harder to make sense of. The percussion took a well earned rest, the conductor stood tall, leaned, crouched, coaxed and directed, layers of instruments ebbed and flowed, until a glorious surge of repeated melody led to a sheer burst of volume.

  And for us it was back out into the weather.

• Aotearoa Plus New Zealand Symphony Orchestra. Conductor Christian Lindberg. Reviewed by Jennie Jones and Bryony Hales.

  A friend and I found ourselves with great anticipation and not inconsiderable trepidation as no experts reviewing Aotearoa Plus at the NZSO concert with Christian Lindberg – conductor.

  The first ever performance of Michael Norris’s Claro, a New Zealand piece, for us expressed not so much sounds reflecting clarity and light as sounds reflecting a storm, the string plucked rain drops, hail as they were struck, hail as they passed through, with thundering squalls, breaking into glimmers of sunlight. Unpredictable, theatrical, the precise flourishing movements of Lindberg's hands talking to the performers.

  With the next piece, Jan Sandstroms' Echoes of Eternity, the sense of theatre increased with gentle sounds of trombones coming from off-stage with no conductor on stage, which confused some.

  There was no denying the oomph oomph of the trombones as they came on. The serene melancholic melodies, overtaken by change of pace to staccato percussion, galloping brass calls and echoes and the sirens driving crowds running through the street. Lindberg exceled himself multi-tasking conducting, playing the trombone and narrating.

  We settled into a more predictable range of sounds Douglas Lilburn – symphony No 2 focusing on flautist and woodwind as they interpreted the sugary strings. Lindbergs' conducting became more expansive and we were able to sit back and appreciate the gleam of the strings, the glitter of the brass, the glimmer of the woodwind and sheen- gleam of Lindbergs' none traditional satin shirts. A wonderful evening of sounds, music, sights and drama.

• A Servant to Two Masters Adapted by Lee Hall. Directed by Ross Jolly. Running at Circa Theatre until 30th May. Reviewed by Madelaine Empson

  A Servant to Two Masters is an adaptation of Goldoni’s celebrated 18th Century Italian commedia dell’arte piece. Adapted by playwright Lee Hall, (best known for his Academy Award nominated screenplay for Billy Elliot), the reborn comedy displays elements of pantomime, farce, melodrama and slapstick.

  The script is rapid and referential, featuring classic cases of mistaken identity, cross-dressing and star-crossed lovers.

  The focal point of the play is servant Truffaldino (Leary), a perpetually hungry, strategic fool who is struck by the revelation that double the master equals double the pay (and double the dinner).

  In an attempt to fill his belly with the ‘bloop-bloops’ of dip, the ‘thwop-thwops’ of meat and the ‘boing-boings’ of spotted dick, Truffaldino causes absolute pandemonium, instigating a series of hilarious mishaps and farcical adventures.

  In particular, Truffaldino inadvertently makes it nigh impossible for the disguised Beatrice (Burns) and the questionably heterosexual Florindo (Dey) to reunite. In an exceptional case of dramatic irony, these lovers are both served by the same maddening (yet quite talented) fool.

  Never before have I seen such an energetic and vibrant cast. These actors never let up, telling more jokes than Chandler Bing could muster in a lifetime, and demonstrating melodramatic comedic prowess that is at times thoroughly on point.

  A Servant to Two Masters is the best kind of silly, and I found it exhaustively entertaining.