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Review: Phedre, Bell Shakespeare

You could be forgiven for thinking you were in an Amphitheatre on a cliff somewhere in the Mediterranean, not on Sydney Harbour watching a rare performance of the Jean Racine classic Phedre. The elegant but sharp Ted Hughes translation of the Racine …
Profit has a human price tag

Profit has a human price tag

“Retailers are our friends, and, of course, the factory workers are our partners,” says Riaz Bin Mahmud, the vice-president of the Bangladesh Garment Manufacturers and Exporters Association (BGMEA). If that’s the case, then most international retailers—who Mahmud believes are accountable for the …
Review: Lovelace, Sydney Film Festival

Review: Lovelace, Sydney Film Festival

In all the arts – music and film especially – many sins can be forgiven if a work has heart. The Beatles’ chirpier songs, The Sound Of Music, most Country music, Sly Stallone’s original Rocky – all beloved by millions, and who …
Review: The Pervert’s Guide To Ideology

Review: The Pervert’s Guide To Ideology

Imagine falling asleep right there in the cinema, at a film festival with films screening back to back. Suddenly, a strange man who doesn’t belong in these movies breaks the fourth wall and begins addressing you about how the films are affecting …
Gurrumul lights up Vivid

Gurrumul lights up Vivid

Gurrumul doesn’t speak during his shows but he doesn’t need to. His quietly majestic music says more than words could ever hope to. Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu was born on Elcho Island off the coast of Arnhem Land, about 580 kilometres outside Darwin. …
Review: The Great Gatsby

Review: The Great Gatsby

“I don’t get it,”  my 14-year-old whispered half way through The Great Gatsby. “It’s a love triangle between Gatsby, Daisy and Daisy’s husband,” I explained. Having read F Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel in anticipation of Baz Luhrmann’s new film, I had a …
Review: Ernie Watts, VJ’s, Chatswood

Review: Ernie Watts, VJ’s, Chatswood

Walking in late, two minutes into the first number of US tenor icon Ernie Watts’ gig at VJ’s, I was blasted by four cats utterly grooving high. No warm-up for these men – it was straight into the blistering bop of ‘To …