Review: Hudson and Halls Live

Hud­son & Halls Live!‘s Welling­ton sea­son at the Han­nah Play­house began with an ush­er  wel­com­ing crowds to the per­for­mance, assur­ing them the the­atre had been cer­ti­fied quake-safe, and explain­ing that some years after the time in which the play was set, one of the pro­tag­o­nists would die of can­cer and the oth­er would take his own life.   […]

Floating Above Cuba Street

James Smith Mar­ket’s Float Well offers sub­mer­sion into a space that’s been a site for relax­ation, med­i­ta­tion, and con­s­cious­­ness-exper­i­­men­­ta­­tion through­out the 20th Cen­tu­ry. The Welling­ton­ista takes a dip. In Ken Russell’s barmy 1980 sci-fi thriller Altered States, William Hurt plays a psy­chol­o­gist whose hunger for third-eye-can­dy takes him on drug trips, indige­nous vision-quests, and ulti­mate­ly into the […]

Review: A Briefcase, Two Pies and a Penthouse

It’s a com­mon griev­ance in 2016 New Zealand that, even with cack-hand­ed dun­der­head­ry in the ascen­dent and stu­pid­i­ty neck-and-neck with mal­ice in a race to the bot­tom, nobody’s both­er­ing to satirise this out­ra­geous shit. Prime Min­is­te­r­i­al can­di­dates launch cam­paigns stood atop visu­al props, yet where is our Veep? With­er an Antipodean Ian­nuc­ci to har­vest all this buf­foon­ery, craft God­zone’s […]

Review: Dust Pilgrim

A dizzy­ing phys­i­cal poem of the­atre, dance, and stage­craft, Red Leap’s Dust Pil­grim comes at you with intrigu­ing imme­di­a­cy and lingers like an inge­nious, puz­zling dream. Devised by the com­pa­ny and direct­ed by found­ing mem­bers Kate Park­er and Julie Nolan, the show takes audi­ences on the jour­ney of Panue­lo, a girl whose arrival fore­shad­owed the dis­ap­pear­ance of water […]

Review: The Elephant Thief

An exu­ber­ant onstage car­toon, Indi­an Ink The­atre Company’s The Ele­phant Thief begins in a jail cell and ends in… space, or the after­life, or some oth­er such vague spoil­er. It’s an out­sized feast of imag­i­na­tive stag­ing and poten­tial pachy­derm puns, anchored by a win­ning per­for­mance by com­pa­ny new­com­er Vanes­sa Kumar. The show’s set­ting is a […]

Towards Tangi-te-Keo

Up the back of New­town — past the hos­pi­tal, past New Zealand’s first branch library, past the com­mu­ni­ty dis­­­play-win­­dow where the Con­sci­en­tious Objec­tors’ memo­ri­als absent from Pukeahu Park qui­et­ly under­score ANZAC cel­e­bra­tions — runs a nar­row path mark­ing the spine of Tan­­gi-te-Keo (lat­er Mt Vic­to­ria). Māori knew the spine of Tan­­gi-te-Keo as Te Ran­­ga-a-Hiwi, the Ridge of […]

A new taonga for Ngā Taonga

The 2014 amal­ga­ma­tion of our Film, Tele­vi­sion and Sound Archives into Ngā Taon­ga Sound & Vision saw its nomen­cla­ture jus­ti­fied this week with the unveil­ing of an aur­al taon­ga for the ages. On the 35th anniver­sary of Welling­ton Access Radio’s arrival on air, broad­cast mate­r­i­al dat­ing back through­out the station’s live­ly his­to­ry has been added […]

Snakes and Shadows: History as Poetry in Chris Tse’s Year of Snakes

Cross Tory Street head­ing toward Aro; ban­ish the Car­rilon’s long shad­ow behind the white-and-teal Bible Soci­ety on your left, Nurse Maude’s mosa­ic gaze upon your right shoul­der. Point your nose toward Tara-Nga­­ki Street – “shin­ing moun­­tain-peak” – and feel Hain­ing Street incline beneath your feet as Tory’s con­stant woosh recedes into urban din. The sens­es […]

Review: A Collection of Noises

There aren’t any nois­es to speak of in A Col­lec­tion of Nois­es. The play con­cerns the men­tal break­down of an awk­ward young woman and claims Lynchi­an influ­ence, so obvi­ous­ly there’s lots of arch­ly deployed old-time rock ’n’ roll; but every metaphor is visu­al. The cen­tral image is a bank of black and white pho­tographs tak­en […]

Review: Richard Meros Salutes the Southern Man

“Wel­come to the Desert of the Real,” mut­tered Lau­rence Fish­burne in 1999, prof­fer­ing a pill-tot­ing hand to lead us through the impend­ing escha­ton. Anoth­er decade, anoth­er loom­ing onto­log­i­cal sin­gu­lar­i­ty, and whose palm are we to grasp? A glance down Courte­nay Place offers the obvi­ous answer: beck­on­ing on the thresh­old, a tow­er­ing Gan­dalf with more storeys […]