Danny and the Deep Blue Sea, Nicnac Productions, Old Fitz theatre, 13 Jan-7 Feb 2026

 Photography by Tony Davison

A woman is waiting in a bar, drinking her drink, when the table next to her is filled by a man with bruised knuckles and an obvious temper. Over three scenes, they meet, spend the night together and early the next morning, they look at possible lives together - despite both clearly having short fuses and a powderkeg of emotions inside that could explode both of them before too long. John Patrick Shanley's play is over 40 years old but the types it displays are familiar, damaged people who we fear could do damage to one another as easily as they could to themselves - and while it never quite tips over the edge we're left in constant tension that it could any moment. 

In some ways this play is an actor's exercise, giving them a chance to play extreme figures discovering tenderness neither are sure they deserve - but this production has found two great actors to exercise with - Jacqui Purvis and JK Kazzi are both a powerful pair of combatants and we're glued them all the way through, even during a scene-change which is a ballet of give-and-take between them. Director Nigel Turner-Carroll gives the production just the right amount of tension on its way to a surprisingly satisfying payoff. It's a minimalist production (only a little bit of furniture with a few clever lighting effects) but a powerful and engaging one. 

Amplified: The Exquisite Rock and Rage of Chrissy Amphlett, Jacaranda Productions, Belvoir St Theatre, 29 Jan-8 Feb (followed by Her Majestty's Theatre Ballarat, Geelong Arts cetre, Comedy Theatre Melbourne and Seymour Centre Sydney until April - further bookings pending!)

 Images by Jade Ellis

Sheridan Harbridge has become a performer I'll follow anywhere. After striking supporting performances in Kill Climate Deniers, The Sugar House and Calamity Jane, she claimed centre stage as the original lead in Prima facie, before pivoting to directing such loose fun shows as 44 sex acts in one week, Dubbo Championship Wrestling and last year's Phar Lap, taking time to give a definitive Blanche DuBois downstairs at the old Fitz that I saw at first preview and therefore didn't review but just gaave a WILI to in 2023 (the rules of reviewing are simple - I don't review previews as they're not meant to be in review condition yet). Now she returns to centre stage to tell the story of one of Australia's rock godessses, writing and co-concieving a show that celebrates Chrissy Amplett in her raw, unfiltered glory, through song and stories of one woman's rise to rock supremacy and some of the many many battles that she fought along the way. 

Harbridge doesn't impersonate Amplett, but she channels her power anyway, in stories both from her perspective (drawing on her autobiography and a planned one-woman-show-that-Amphett-never-quite-got-to-perform), and from those around her, the audiences, the roadies, the collaborators and the enemies she got along the way. It's a powerful tale and a strong evening, playing more than just the hits, drawing on the backcatalogue to illustrate aspects of Amphlett as well as herself in a show that's both spectacularly personal and deeply invested in sharing the work of its subject, combining with a rocking band of musical-director-and-guitarist Glenn Moorehouse, bassisst Ben Cripps, keyboardist Clarabell Limonta and drummer Dave Hatch, under Paul Jackson's almighty lighting rig that shifts moods with aplomb.

This first Belvoir season has already sold out and it looks like this is going to be seen absolutely everywhere, but you should rush to see it simply to get your soul shattered and rebuilt by the powerhouse performer that is Harbridge in a rare case of a tribute show that makes both performer and subject look bigger together. 

Hamlet Camp, Modern Convict, Carriageworks, 7-25 Jan

 Image by Daniel Boud

This is very much a chance for three former-young-theatrical-turks of the late 2000s/early 2010s to play together - all have previoulsy played Hamlet, Cowell in a Bell production in 2008, Leslie in an MTC production in 2011 and Schmitz in a La boite production in 2010 in Brisbane followed by a Belvoir production reviewed here in 2013 which Leslie took over when Schmitz left early to be in an international TV series about pirates, "Black Sails". Now the three team up in a play written by all three looking at three survivors of the role, how they've reacted to directorial concepts and the various challenges of the part, and how life after the role-of-all-roles goes. It's witty though very in-jokey, and clearly a vehicle for their individual talents. Pre-show, they each perform a poem about various aspects of themselves-  Schmitz starts off talking about his other day job working the counter of one of my favourite second-hand-book-stores (it makes it somewhat weird that I may have purchased a cheap thriller or a a preloved play from him); Cowell looks at his connection to his stuff while he's travelled overseas has panned out;  and Leslie looks at his career from the inevitable-young-Western-Australian-of-a-certain-age-Ship-To-Shore-performance (the very anglo Leslie played the very not anglo Guido Bellini) and having roles stolen by Heath Ledger, to his current life watching tv with his kid and wondering how he compares to the perfromers who his kid likes. 

All three are very much playing to their strengths - Schmitz is sardonic, Cowell bullish and bold, Leslie tense and neurotic -  and while the show does feel more like three talents gathring to entertain themselves and us rather than anything particularly deep and thoughtful about the artifice of acting. But as a summer fling for the performers, it's perfectly servicable. 

Mama Does Derby, Windmill Production Company in association with Sydney Festival and Adelaide Festival, Sydney Town Hall, 15-22 Jan

Combining spectacle and personal narrative, "Mama Does Derby" tells the story of a mother and daughter who've been each other's mutual support system for a number of years, moving to a small town to restart their lives yet again, and what happens when... well, the title happens. Theatre on roller skates is not entirely unknown ("Starlight Express" gets a shoutout in the script, and there's always "Xanadu" too) but this is a show that uses the roller skates as support to the mother-daughter story. There's a lot of elements playing in here (a sparkly-clad trauma demon in high heels, some driving lessons for the daughter, an emerging friendship, some counelling sessions plus the roller derby and a three-piece band playing support and occaisonal supporting roles) but Virginia Gay's script keeps it all in balance with a nice dry wit, and Claire Watson serves the script well with a clever aesthetic, using the derby-team as stage crew rolling set pieces on and off.

I will pause and say that, as a non-traditional theatre venue, Sydney Town Hall has to use temporary seating, and in my long experience of sitting on temporary seating, what they have this time was somehow the most massively uncomfortable thing I've ever sat on - I felt the seat distinctly sagging under my weight (which, yes, I'm a husky guy, but still, this is public seating, if they're going to do stuff below a certain grade they should warn people). The show is 90 minutes long and I was repositioning myself at every scene transition to try to find a comfortable position - never finding one. However I was still enjoying the show despite the horrendous seating, and this is more a note for the venue than the production.

Back to the show. Gay's writers note captures some of the vibe: "We wanted to talk about the anxieties that Clare Watson & Virginia Gay torment us, the things that stop us from sleeping at night (or haunt our dreams when we do), and we wanted to do it in the context of a comedy horror where those demons take physical forms, because Buffy actually is the most important text of my generation, and I need to pass its learnings on". It's a very well done piece of work even if on post-show analysis it does feel like some elements are pushing in different directions - the script emphasises the daughter and the meat of the play is dealing with her trauma, but the roller derby aesthetics all belong to the mother, and Amber McMahon is a powerful force in the role of Maxine as she has been in Sydney theatre for quite a while. Elvy-Lee Quici as the daughter holds her role solidly and is a convincing protagonist, holding the show together. Aud Mason-Hyde as friend/teasing partner Hux is great at delivering Gay's driest quips. Benjamin Hancock as trauma-demon Nathan has spectacular physicality, slithering around the stage in the highest of high heels. The athletes of Inner West Roller Derby League do a great job both as performers and as stage crew moving setpieces around the stage in perfect physical co-ordination, and the three-piece band led by Joe Lui are tight, rocking and underscore the show well. It's a lush, enjoyable spectacle that will leave you with a grin on your face. 

Dear Son, Belvoir St Theatre, Queensland Theatre Company and State Theatre Company of South Australia, co-presented with Sydney Festival, Belvoir St Upstairs Theatre, 8-26 Jan

 Image by Stephen Wilson Barker

Isaac Drandic and John Harvey's adaptation of Thomas Mayo's collection of letters from indigenous men to their fathers and sons explores deeply personal narratives of joy, sorrow, connections gained and lost, and it's an example of positive masculinity at its finest. A simple setup - an outdoor recreation shelter with BBQ and firepit, is the site where 5 men gather to tell various stories taken from Mayo's book of letters written in response to a racist cartoon in a News Corporation paper about Aboriginal men not knowing the names of their children. It's a case of the response vastly overwhelming the cause in both power and breadth, as the five actors (Jimi Bani, Waangenga Blanco, Kirk Page, Aaron Pedersen and Tibian Wiles) bring us into their stories, with sound, movement and with powerful projections (video designed by Craig Wilkinson, AV realised by Susie Henderson). Drandic directs with a hand that lets the actors take ownership of other people's stories, both solo and shared across the group - with the finale letting the five men talk in their own persona of their family connections. It's an emotional journey, and a show both exposing, emotional and ultimately heart-holding as it gives us a chance to see how tough family relationships can still hold together even in the roughest of circumstances. 

The 2025 "Well I Liked It" awards

 Tis the time of year when I give out Canberra's 4th most relevant theatre awards, the WILIs. It's a long-standing tradition, surprisingly robust, and a standout in its field due to being completely guided by one guy's whimsy. And let's face it, it's more fun to just read the results rather than have to go to some awards ceremony where you have to look at all your competitors when you'd much rather be watching or making theatre.

"Garry Starr: Classic Penguins" was probably pre-ordained to win a WILI - not only did I pretty much mention how much I was looking forward to it when I gave a WILI to his last two shows in 2023, it also won most Outstanding show at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. Still, it largely seems to have passed a lot of locals un-noticed (probably due to performing in Queanbeyan at the same time as a local Awards Ceremony) but if you picked going to anything else over seeing this, you missed out. Hugely. Yes, I was a little worried going in that Starr's schtick of audience participation, goofy jokes about elevated topics and extreme physical ridiculousness maybe wasn't worth a third hour of stagetime, but I was wrong, wrong, wrong, and I'm very glad to be so. 

Joel Horwood directed a one-two punch of shows I really liked - "The Moors" at the Mill was a tense, surreal, ridiculously charming act of faux-Bronte sisters with hidden passions and natural and unnatural desires all over the place, with standout performances from Steph Roberts, Andrea Close among the cast. "Sweet Charity" at the Q is a musical which I admit I went into expecting good songs and a messy script from previous encounters, but with a lead performance like Amy Orman and a clever, abstract-but-personable staging, it became a warm, funny, stylish delight. Horwood's departure is Canberra's loss but hopefully the theatre world's gain as they explore pastures new.

Fortunately, Canberra still has Jarrad West, this year showing off his talents both as performer and director - anchoring the Hub's "Present Laughter" with a performance that allowed him to play circus ringmaster to a supporting cast that lifted to his level, then directing and appearing in scene-stealing delightfulness in "Musical of musicals The Musical" and directing a remounting of "Hand To God" that had the same level of delight as the original. I would never want to take West for granted, and hopefully 2026 gives us more opportunities to not do that.

A great interstate production was "Posh" at the Old Fitz - an intimate, brutal production of a play with a strong cast of 10 men looking at the English Class system at its absolute worst. Margaret Thanos directed with a firm hand - I didn't get a chance to see the other show that created a sensation in Sydney, her version of "Timon of Athens", retitled "I hate People" but on the basis of this I'm looking forward to seeing both her big Belvoir and STC directing debuts next year with "A Mirror" at Belvoir and "The River" at STC. 

A couple of bonus mentions - I had a great time with four different musicals - the Warumpi Band tribute musical "Bit Name No Blankets", the Hayes' "Phar-Lap the Electro-Swing Musical", the melbourne production of "Beetlejuice" and the MTC's "Kimberly Akimbo", which delivered up various chunks of music, heart and ridiculousness with a certain amoutn of epicness. It was great to have solo excellence from Christopher Samuel Caroll in "The Cadaver Palaver" giving adventure and a solo performance of power and charm. 

Hand To God, Everyman Theatre, ACT Hub, 10-20 December

 

Photo: Janelle McMenamin and Michael Moore

Three years after the previous production and the different Old Fitz production, Tyrone the puppet and his victim/handler Jason are back for an exploration of trauma, religion, lust and felt in a play with something to offend pretty much anyone. With either 4/5 or 4/6s (depending on whether you count Tyrone and Jason as separate people) of the cast all new, it's a refreshed production where the desperation and trauma are close to the surface in ways that push the comedy further. Michael Cooper's performance is still just as grounding between the shy, retiring Jason and the confident, agressive Tyrone (and just as committed in ways that I hope aren't permanently physically damaging), and it's joined by Amy Kowalczuk embracing the chance to let all her crazy hang out as his mother, Meaghan Stewart being grounded, warm and, when required, just as deeply nuts as his friend Jessica, William "Wally" Allington showing the blossoming of teen rebel Timmy as he gets all kinds of wrong attention, and Lachlan Ruffy being all the right kinds of deeply wrong as the not-very-successsfully-hiding-his-attentions Pastor Greg. 

Jarrad West restages the work with his usual precision, care and willingness to let any joke no matter how obscure hit the target. Nathan Sciberras' lighting design lets the moods shift as the show tips deeper into insanity and Nikki Fitzgerald's sound design gets us in the mood of a small-town puppet ministry and lets the demons flow out when they get loose. Special congrats to Lucy van Dooren and her crew for setting and resetting a chaotic set nightly. It's a hysterical evening in the hub and absolutely worth the visit.