The first thing that grips me as soon as I walk into Cir­ca Two is Lucas Neal’s gor­geous set design for this show — a huge pohutakawa that stretch­es up and across the entire stage, a white pick­et fence, and the out­side edge of a tra­di­tion­al weath­er­board kiwi house. Cicadas chirp (beau­ti­ful sound design by Patrick Barnes), and the air feels warm and heavy — though poten­tial­ly that’s just cause the the­atre is packed.

Many, many cen­turies on since the Weird Sis­ters pre­dict­ed Mac­beth’s future, they’ve all grown apart and set­tled down in Waika­to. How­ev­er, tonight, the three are reunit­ed to see Daphne (Helen Moul­der) get mar­ried to uni­ver­si­ty pro­fes­sor Ted (Peter Ham­ble­ton). Sybil (Irene Wood) is dis­mis­sive of Daph­ne’s new man, but clear­ly still griev­ing over a lost love of her own, and Fay (Hilary Nor­ris) is wor­ried about the loss of her mag­ic, but is seem­ing­ly most­ly there for the canapes.

This is one of the sharpest scripts I’ve seen per­formed in recent mem­o­ry. Play­wright James Cain’s wit and intel­li­gence is out in full force with­in this work, it is a fan­tas­ti­cal­ly fun­ny piece — a bit about famil­iars leaves me gig­gling def­i­nite­ly too loud­ly in my seat — but it is the soft­er moments where this show tru­ly shines. The Weird Sis­ters have lived so long and seen so much that the under­ly­ing thread of loss with­in the piece is pal­pa­ble. Amongst the sis­ter­ly bick­er­ing and gripes about get­ting too old, there is a gen­uine heart with­in the work that I find very mov­ing, expert­ly con­veyed by our per­form­ers.

And what a team they are! Four per­form­ers with an incred­i­ble breadth and depth of New Zealand act­ing his­to­ry between them. All four are a delight to watch on stage; from the genial and kind­ly Ted (Ham­ble­ton), to the guard­ed Sybil (Wood), deeply in love Daphne (Moul­der) and wicked­ly chaot­ic Fay (Nor­ris). Excel­lent cast­ing, and excel­lent direc­tion all round.

There’s a lot of mov­ing parts to this work, expert­ly har­nessed by direc­tor Har­ri­et Preb­ble. To active­ly bal­ance the many lay­ers of this play — the cur­rent moment, where Daphne and Ted are get­ting mar­ried, but also the weight of the years behind them — could be a chal­lenge, but Preb­ble’s direc­tion is sol­id and clear, with some gor­geous stage pic­tures and great stag­ing.

It is such a joy to see well-writ­ten, well-round­ed roles for women over a cer­tain age in the the­atre space. Once you hit a cer­tain age as a per­former, espe­cial­ly as a woman, roles begin to float away like leaves in the wind, leav­ing often only the crum­bled rot of play­ing some­one’s “grand­moth­er” or the dread­ed “elder­ly lady” — with no lay­ers or dimen­sion, just some­one who is there to fur­ther the nar­ra­tive of some­one younger. The Coven on Grey Street gives these char­ac­ters the depth they deserve, and does so by clear­ly and obvi­ous­ly show­ing that there is no “one true” life expe­ri­ence for some­one who is old­er, just as there is no one true life expe­ri­ence for a char­ac­ter who is young. This is deeply refresh­ing!!

The Coven on Grey Street is one of the bet­ter shows I’ve seen this year, per­haps the best show. I’ll not spoil the sec­ond half of the piece for you, but these witch­es do find their mag­ic again, and it is def­i­nite­ly for the bet­ter. I love a show with some prac­ti­cal stage mag­ic, and you’d bet­ter believe that comes along for the ride too. I also have a great fear, and a great admi­ra­tion for some­thing thats dares to say the word “Mac­beth” in the the­atre as much as this play does.

(A cheeky note before I wrap this review up — you might think “I’m 20, I don’t know Cir­ca that well, I’m not in this show’s demo­graph­ic,” and to that I say, “I’m 26, and I had a blast. Take the time for an excel­lent script and play­ers. It’s worth it.”)

Light­ing design by Isado­ra Lao, cos­tume and graph­ic design by Aimée Sul­li­van, stage man­age­ment by Deb McGuire, pro­duc­tion by Cas­san­dra Tse and oper­at­ing by Xan­the Cur­tain — all deserve a men­tion, though I could­n’t fit them into the above, this was a super well-oiled pro­duc­tion!