There are very few tales like the one that Rodney Bell (Ngāti Maniapoto) brings to life on stage during the beautiful Meremere. A dancer, a performer, an extraordinary human being, Bell weaves a tapestry of light, colour sound and most importantly movement before his enraptured audience over the course of sixty minutes that closely examines […]
Playwright Hayden J. Weal has attempted to combine the ocean’s depths and the patriarchy’s shaping of female sexuality into a 60-minute theatrical feast with Deep. Sarah Kidd went along to opening night and files this review.
What happens when a man is forced to confront his own mortality in the form of his advancing years? In No Holds Bard by Michael Hurst, Dan Musgrove and Natalie Medlock, Hurst, in a brilliant feat of acting, the show itself a solo performance, takes his audience deep inside the mind of an aging actor.
With a running time of only fifteen minutes, Who Lived in a Vinegar Bottle is perfectly bite-sized sound and light experience that provides both a moment’s reprieve from the world around us as well as the opportunity to explore our connection between heart and home. It is part of Auckland’s Fringe Town.
“If you can’t control your own body, why should you be in charge of anything else?” Game Face examines the societal pressures on the female form, which only increased with the arrival of social media: women of all ages, picking, plucking, tightening and forever searching for the perfect light with which to make their next […]
Does colourism exist? Yes, yes it does. But ask someone if they have ever been guilty of it and the answer may not be so clear cut. Perfect Shade is a provocative one-person show exploring our conflicted obsession with the colour of our skin.
Bing-Bong. Welcome aboard Queer Air… Sarah Kidd went along for one wild and bumpy ride on opening night full of laugh-out-loud moments and deeply personal exposes of the world seen through queer eyes.
Listen up Tāmaki Makaurau, Auckland – Pride Gala has had a serious glow-up; and they were looking fine af on Saturday night.
There is something to be said for theatre that one feels completely immersed in from the moment they take their seat; in multi-award-winning actor, writer and director Ahi Karunaharan’s first production with Silo Theatre, My Heart Goes Thadak Thadak the audience immediately find themselves whisked back in time to 1975 Bombay, India.
In a world full of films about war, where men dominate the silver screen in heroic battles that far too often glamorise the futility of it all, how refreshing it is to see a story told from the female side.
