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April 30, 2015

60th year of Seventeenth Doll

The Summer of the Seventeenth Doll
by Ray Lawlor
State Theatre Company of South Australia
Dunstan Playhouse, Adelaide Festival Centre.
April 28. Tickets: $ 27 – $ 69.
Bookings : BASS 131246 or www.bass.net.au
Until May 16.
Duration: 2 hours 40 mins including interval.

It is now sixty years since The Summer of the Seventeenth Doll was first performed. It is extraordinary to think, that in 1955, it was closer in time to the opening night of Chekhov’s Seagull than …

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April 24, 2015

Burlesque centrestage in the moving tale of Joseph and Josephine

Adelaide

Madame : The Story of Joseph Farrugia
Creators/directors Ross Ganf, Ingrid Weisfelt and Vincent Crowley
Vitalstatistix, with State Theatre Company and Torque Show.
Burnside Ballroom, Portrush Road, Adelaide.
April 22. Tickets $ 25 – $ 35.
Bookings: BASS 131 246, bass.net.au
Until May 2.
Duration : 70 minutes.

When Torque Show director, Ross Ganf, first interviewed Joseph Farrugia, owner-manager of Adelaide’s Crazy Horse burlesque club, he wanted to make a show about the strip industry. “I was fascinated by …

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April 11, 2015

Suburban hope cruelled by fate

The Good Son
by Elena Carapetis
The Other Ones
The Bakehouse Theatre, Angas St. Adelaide
April 10. Tickets: $ 20- $30. Until April 25.
Duration 70 minutes.

“He curses his virtue like an unclean thing.” Playwright Elena Carapetis has taken her epigraph and title from Nick Cave’s The Good Son. This fine new work is an inner suburban tragedy of addiction, dependency and quiet desperation.

Frank (Renato Musolino), a dutiful son in his thirties, lives with his Greek mother …

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April 08, 2015

Unsuccessful tries and eventual conversion

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Unsuccessful tries and eventual conversion

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Singular recollections of rugby
in New Zealand in the 1960s

by Murray Bramwell

I think the year must have been 1958. It is Palmerston North, a large-ish town in New Zealand’s North Island. I am at a school like many, all up and down the country. Hokowhitu Primary School, with maybe four hundred other kids – boys with fair-isle jumpers and freckles and ringworm haircuts, the girls in plaits and white ankle socks, the teachers in tweed with pipes and …

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