Reviews

It was lit like an altar, hugged by a looming backdrop that felt less like scenery and more like memory. Before the first line, before the hush dropped, that box told me what I was in for.

JULIA at Arts Centre Melbourne is a powerful theatrical interpretation of Julia Gillard’s life, legacy and speech, brought to life through Joanna Murray-Smith’s poetic script and Justine Clarke’s masterful performance.

Frida Kahlo: In Her Own Image isn’t a retrospective, it’s a reckoning. It doesn’t just show you who she was, it immerses you in how she moved through the world, how she sculpted her own mythology with fabric, metal, paint, and pain. She didn’t just create art, she was the art.

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.