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Armed with a clever script, a talented ensemble cast, and a subtle dose of feminist critique, "In a World…" is a charmingly whimsical satire that cements writer-director Lake Bell as a capable filmmaker with a distinctive voice that needs to be heard.
Last friday at the Bakery, Oliver Tank, Oscar Key Sung and local powa gals Kucka played an incredible gig. The entire night I was wrapped in a subtle warm texture of sound that made me feel lovely and comfortable.
The film stars Emmanuelle Devos, whose portrayal of Leduc is simply astonishing. The life of Violette Leduc was a tumultuous one, and every moment of pain is felt through the brilliant and emotionally bare portrayal by Devos.
It's not just RnB songs too, as generally popular “white” bands like Nirvana, Radiohead and Daft Punk have also become signifiers for producers of black music, and their tracks were covered spectacularly at the Garden.
Finally! Someone creates a dance performed on a large scale mattress. As chaotic as that may seem, the Beijing Dance Theatre has truly mastered the concept.
Seeing Martin Amis speak, you get the sense of a tailored repetition, that behind the work of a hedge-trimming public relations team a sizeable amount of human quality wriggles.
If Wire had advertised a Pink Flag tribute/memorial tour they'd be selling this joint out and headlining arts festivals like this. Their live shows are maybe the worse for it, lacking the kind of fan interaction that setting craves
Lots of stuff happening at our new venue, neatly summarized here, for your health.
Well, if you don’t know what/who/why Spinning Top is then I feel you have been failed by yourself. This little (but probably now larger) Fremantle based label has been quietly building a roster enviable by larger lamer labels.
Staring up-and-coming stage actor Abigail Martin as Lucy, the play is not at all for the faint hearted but highlights an incredibly important and too often taboo issue. The characters face self-doubt, guilt, anger, blame, isolation, powerlessness and the enormous courage needed to confront the past in an incredibly honest and sensitive way.
It may be a recreation or remix of the album in a live setting by people not remotely involved in producing it, but also it's neither of those things and they play Beatles tracks like its nothing and Itunes didn't have a wild battle with them just to be able to legitimately sell their stuff. This shit is complex.
As a member of the alienated audience, the Russian banter was so weird and wonderful it made the odd manipulations of the giant puppets seem almost normal. Conceptually, the performance provided great comedic relief.
This year’s St. Jerome’s laneway Festival on its new turf in Fremantle proved to be wildly successful, spectacular in its vibes, layout and packed out audience including many younger ones who don’t abide by the man and jumped fences to get in. If this is the future of festivals, I’m happy.
The trick is- not to enter the quarry with traditional expectations of “ballet” with tutus and lavish set designs. It’s all about the synchronization and symbolism. I really don’t want to give too much away- but after seeing the show, I feel so proud, and confident in Western Australian Ballet.
Bianco was a journey and insight into the circus world, its function and the rapports between performers.
Holter is the howling banshee at the centre of the caterwauling madness that forms the end of 'Betsy on the Roof', but she's also the loose calm in the centre of the storm in her dark rendition of Barbra Lewis' 'Hello Stranger'.
St. Jerome's Laneway Festival moved to a new home in Fremantle this year, if this is the future of festivals we should all be very happy!
What produced the cognitive dissonance was that, inside the KEN DOM(n)E and only a few metres away from a joke that said “Old man noodle say man with wholein pocket feel cocky all day long”, Bruce Fummey's show is all about the trauma and ills of racial stereotyping.
I can only describe the entire experience from the point of arriving at the Noodle Palace as sexy. Sometimes I was comfortable and somewhat aroused, other times I was scared for my bubble being invaded.