Reviews

The Sydney Theatre Company may have, without plausible explanation, just lost its new artistic director Jonathan Church back to Britain, but meanwhile onstage its resident director Kip Williams in in powerful control of his material.

All My Sons is Arthur Miller’s griping family thriller set on one day in 1947, as the criminal wartime secret of business man Joe Keller is about to explode.   

Despite being forty-four years old, Webber and Rice’s Jesus Christ Superstar still thrills musically. The score is irresistibly catchy and the lyrics are witty and literate. Although labelled a rock-opera it’s really a rock-oratorio and as such demands strong voices. It also needs to be staged simply to be effective.

Lily Fish is a marvel - a protean, highly physical performer.  She tells tales illustrated by the tiniest but clearest gestures, her hands like minimal puppets.  With her buzz cut hair, she brings to mind Falconetti in Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc, but then, with her mobile face, she becomes a rather blundering Old Testament God at the dawn of creation.  Then she’s God’s ‘mistake’, Lilith, made like Adam from the primeval mud.  Later, in total contrast, an unhappy romantic wondering why love has failed.  Then she jumps o

When Broadway’s favourite ‘Blonde Bombshell’ Megan Hilty sang the Smash anthem “Let me be your Star” last night there was no doubt she was a star and a star of the first magnitude with a voice that could blast a tune to the back wall of the theatre or caress a ballad with touching sweetness or regret.