A football club on the brink of great change. The Club is in crisis – the old guard is being put into question and a new path must be paved.
Tradition vies against innovation in a world in which mateship, casual violence, homophobia and racism are not only commonplace but par for the course, where the pool table and the whiskey bottle are go-tos for letting off steam and the pressure is on to be the hero, to save the team and the name of the club in the process.
A bold new imagining of David Williamson’s classic 1977 play.
Angelique is beginning to see the world crack open in front of her very eyes. Her sister is missing, her parents are acting like strangers, and a talking bird haunts her day and night. Since that babbling parrot arrived, nothing has been the same. She knows at the end of it all only she can take action to make things right.
Adelaide’s own acclaimed theatre company isthisyours? and a stellar creative team invite you to lift the veil on what ordinarily remains unseen in the beloved Her Majesty’s Theatre.
Follow Angelique behind the mirror and be prepared to expect the unexpected.
Cheezels. Sweaty palms. Loud music.
The Awkward Years is a 20-minute party leading you back through your pubescent years on an emotional roller coaster of embarrassing fondling and clumsy memories.
isthisyours? grab your hand, pull you under the table and spin the bottle.
An unchartered exploration of new age technology and the way it is changing how we think, behave and communicate.
This show does not have a story. There is no beginning, middle and end. It provides no content. The show begins when you start it.
We’ve all got something to say….isthisyours? wants to hear it.
A masterful insight into forgetfulness and our desire not to be forgotten.
Three characters fight the panic as they explore their own fears and fascinations with forgetting.
Funny and frighteningly truthful Best We Forget will not be forgotten.
A stage.
Pop.
Microphones.
How many drinks?
Our own personal memories and desire to broadcast them to an audience who are waiting for their own tune. Where did this night begin and how will it end? A collision of women, memory, song and desire in what begins as a grand occasion.
I think you'd appeal to my husband.
You could be called... Nathalie.