Fiv e musicians are submerged in five tanks, hair slowly undulating, fingers turned pruney. It’s an arresting sight – eyes are round and glassy, movement is restricted and slow. The sounds they make, playing a variety of instruments both recognisable and foreign, put you in mind of any number of marine mammals: mournful, haunting, and decidedly aquatic. One woman, shrouded in a red gown, floats to the surface and then back down like some awe-inspiring selkie, emitting...
Review: The Iliad Out Loud (Sport for Jove, Sydney Festival)
A sovereign adaptation by William Zappa that shows us just how much war impoverishes the human spirit.