Author Archive
Theatre: Mysteries of the Convent
By Lindsay Schwietz • Sep 30th, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
Puppets, a nighttime tour of an old convent, live music, storytelling, comedy and drama. It all sounds amazing, doesn’t it? And it could be.
Theatre: Vamp
By Lindsay Schwietz • Sep 17th, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
Meow Meow enters from the audience. She wears black fishnet tights, and a shimmering silver gown with matching sparkled eye shadow. She wails and smokes as she puts her leg up on an audience member’s chair, thrusting her crotch into the old lady’s face.
Theatre: Red Sky Morning
By Lindsay Schwietz • Sep 2nd, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
Red Sky Morning is a commentary on our society and a candid look into the modern family unit. It is also a beautifully sincere story about three people and the pressure and problems they face dealing with existence.
Theatre: Altar Boyz
By Lindsay Schwietz • Aug 24th, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
Perhaps Altar Boys offended my agnostic sensibilities. Or maybe the surface dialogue, cheesy storyline and cringe-worthy lyrics offended my theatrical sensibilities.
Live: Lightspeed Champion
By Lindsay Schwietz • Aug 2nd, 2008 • Section: Music, Reviews
“This is one of my favourite shows,” frontman Devonte ‘Dev’ Hynes says near the end of Lightspeed Champion’s hour long set at the Northcote Social Club on Wednesday night. “No really.”
Drag: The Wicked Witches of Oz
By Lindsay Schwietz • Aug 2nd, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
Welcome to Xchange’s The Wicked Witches of Oz. The beautiful (and sometimes not so beautiful) women on stage are not women at all. This is Wicked done drag style and is absolutely fabulous!
Theatre: Love Lies Bleeding
By Lindsay Schwietz • Jul 20th, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
I went to see a preview of the Red Stitch Actors Theatre’s latest production, Love Lies Bleeding, and was sadly disappointed.
Theatre: Pool (no water)
By Lindsay Schwietz • Jun 28th, 2008 • Section: Performance, Reviews
Is it human nature to want our friends to fail so we can feel better about ourselves? How do we justify it? Do we embrace the feeling? Do we deny it? Or, do we exploit it?
