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Theatre review: Ad Nauseam

Dear Dad “Watch us appear, then disappear, emerge, then vanish. Watch us.” We do, as trying as it may be, in Attic Erratic’s latest production of Tom Pitts’ play, whose title conjures, in this case, self-indulgence to a nauseating degree. A glow affords a quick glimpse of the actors, before blackness swallows them up. Another tantalising flicker, and again, they are gone. We…

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Theatre review: Vanitas

Dear Dad A family portrait hangs on the wall of Vestige Manor. Reginald Vestige is seen beaming from behind his dancing moustache; his wife, Valerie, is straining to show her well-toned calves. And while son Alistair sulks with aura and attitude, and daughter Elizabeth oozes with scholarly aptitude, Grandma Edith peers coquettishly from her sitting pose. Attic Erratic’s Vanitas is a modern-day theatrical version of the 17th century Dutch…

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Theatre review: The Walls

Dear Dad The Walls by Giuliano Ferla are as literary as they are literal. His play is an excoriating investigation into how a language — overworked by an illusory sense of cerebral superiority — can erect walls within which one is trapped forever. It is an honest examination at a phase in one’s life when solipsism and over-dependence on a partner or spouse can so easily…