Australian Arts
The point of perdition
What will history make of the superior crime stories we seem to be churning out? The late Peter Corris’ Cliff…
Eye-batting nonchalance
What is it about the Egyptians that bewitches us? Ramses and the Gold of the Pharoahs opened at the Australian…
People of extraordinary glamour
A refreshing and humbling prospect, in a world where we sometimes imagine cultural coverage gets better, is to revisit the…
Character acting without the character
Miss Saigon may on the face of it seem like an odd choice of musical for Opera Australia to revive…
How the girls sighed
You know the year is starting to come to an end when a new production of A Christmas Carol is…
A naive friend
John le Carré was one of the more extraordinary popular writers of the last half-century (and more) and part of…
Astonishing mistress of song & dance
The Newsreader has already caught a lot of attention for the way in which it weaves together a strong sense…
This earth-shattering work
What a strange thing popular culture is. Back in the 1970s a lot of people might have affected to despise…
That extraordinary mutant masterpiece
It’s been a long time coming, Patricia Cornelius’ My Sister Jill but she’s a playwright whose work demands to be…
His brilliant boggling career
It’s interesting to see that Mel Gibson, no less, is in the blood and violence TV streamer The Continental which…
Diamond-bright hoot
Oh to be in London with Barrie Kosky calling the shots in the first part of Wagner’s Ring Cycle Das…
Mermaid out of her depth
It’s strange the different strands of culture we constantly negotiate. The Rolling Stones bring out a new album and this…
Poets don’t stink
The Australian Book Review poetry prize is upon us again and it’s worth mentioning that the ABR editor Peter Rose,…
Everybody’s friend
It was cheering in its way to hear, from the lips of that shrewd urbane man Tony Burke, that 246…
The masterful technique
Isn’t it weird to hear reports of eminent curators at the British Museum leaving because various priceless artworks (often of…
Bob, Robbie & Robert
It’s fifty years they tell us since the creation of Utzon’s Opera House and it’s strange to think how this…
Dazzled by her gift
If you have never seen Bernadette Robinson give yourself a treat and see her current one man show, Divas. It’s…
An air of baffled honesty
It’s an exciting prospect, Helen Morse in a play by the great Caryl Churchill. The artistic director of the Melbourne…
Magniloquent horror
The experience of watching Warwick Thornton’s The New Boy, his film with Cate Blanchett as the nun running an orphange…
Kundera’s last laugh
So now Milan Kundera is gone at the age of 94. It’s easy to forget the tremendous weight, the sheer…
How to build the bomb
Graham Greene used to say that none of the great literary works he had read as an adult had the…
Keeping Ralph on his toes
It would have been interesting to hear Barrie Kosky and Kip Williams talk about the theatre on Tuesday night. In…
An icy restraint
The world has seemed like a procession of deaths lately. Generally, of those in old age. Of all of them,…
Captivating marvels
It’s fascinating to hear that one of the greater theatre directors we have produced, Neil Armfield, is directing Anthony LaPaglia…
Innocent pertness
There are times when anyone might decide to throw in scanning the range of literature and art and music and…
