Reviews

What if I told you the scariest part of Orwell’s 1984… is how familiar it feels? I went in to see a play. I left with a mirror. Surveillance. Silence. Love as betrayal. Truth rewritten in real time. This isn’t fiction anymore—it’s recognition. Read the latest blog from Silver Moth Studio: “1984: A Mirror in Concrete and Light.” Where art isn’t just performance—it’s prophecy.

"This wasn't just a play. It was a dissection. A post-mortem of love. A live, bleeding autopsy of emotional survival—and I felt every cut."

BATSHIT is a visceral, darkly comic one-woman reckoning with how female rage, grief, and nonconformity have been pathologised for centuries. From 1960s asylums to modern microaggressions, Leah Shelton rips open the history of “hysteria” with searing wit, immersive theatre, and blood-red lighting. I went, I felt everything—and left knowing I wasn’t alone. This is for every woman who’s been told to calm down.