Beyond The Neck

Beyond The Neck

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None of the characters in Tom Holloway’s Beyond The Neck have names. This may seem like an odd choice for a play about the aftershocks of the 1996 Port Arthur massacre, given recent efforts in the USA to publicize the names of mass shooting victims, but not the perpetrators. A play about a subject that epitomizes ‘personal meets political’ makes a decision that could easily alienate us from its characters. Theatre Works’ production (directed by Suzanne Chaundy) feeds into this alienation with a bare set of four chairs and a painting of Port Arthur, and actors who seem aware that they are telling a story, speaking out to us more than each other. It’s a little Brechtian, quite funny in some parts and very dark in others.

And yet, the connection was palpable, the audience always laughing, sighing and silent when intended. The Old Man (Francis Greenslade), The Young Mother (Emmaline Carroll Southwell), The Boy (Freddy Colyer) and The Teenager (Cassidy Dun) have such specific backstories and distinct voices, but they also become archetypes of the people who were there when the shooting happened, and who are in the audience now. Some of the characters don’t have direct connections to the massacre but simply being at the site forces them to confront other traumas that have plagued their lives. This is despite the strange façade that the first half of the play is built around: a tour of Port Arthur in which the massacre is never mentioned. When that façade breaks down and our characters are plunged to their lowest points, it is truly heartbreaking.

 

 

With the sparse and static staging, this iteration of Beyond The Neck lives and dies on the strength of its actors, and they more than pull their weight. Putting the focus on them was a very smart directorial decision because their work as an ensemble is meticulous and enrapturing. Four characters telling four stories at once could be confusing in the wrong hands, but there’s an almost magical direction of the audience’s attention in every actor’s use of gesture and voice. We always know whose story we’re in and what their character is like, and when the fourth wall goes up and the characters start interacting with each other properly and being honest about their stories, it feels well earned. The Young Mother did get somewhat lost in the shuffle, but I think that has more to do with the pacing of the writing than this specific production – it would have been nice to have more time given to her response to grief. Ultimately, the cast’s chemistry perfectly suited a play about the intermingling of personal and group trauma.

It’s sobering to think that in the wake of the Bondi shooting, Beyond The Neck may be more relevant now than Holloway ever envisioned when he wrote the play in 2008. But what has also stayed relevant is the sense of community and love that the play ends with. In a way, good theatre is an embodiment of that experience, and this provocative production created an intensely beautiful atmosphere. It’s a reminder that no matter what we face – death, grief, nightmares, abuse, isolation – we are never truly alone, and there is life on the other side.

To book tickets to Beyond The Neck, please visit https://www.theatreworks.org.au/2026/beyond-the-neck.

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Femoid

Femoid

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‘The Manosphere’ is a hot topic right now. YouTube video essays, long form news features, a new Netflix documentary series hosted by Louis Theroux, and even another recent Theatre Works show (Blackpill: Redux) delve into the depths of modern misogyny in an attempt to understand: what is happening, are men okay, and why are incels…The Way That They Are?

FEMOID. reveals a blind spot that should be obvious but is often a footnote in these conversations: misogyny maims and kills women. Almost a quarter of Australian women have experienced intimate partner violence at some point from age 15. Globally, this number balloons to a third of all women. The set of three grey blocks and a screen is bordered by various bunches of flowers, and if you look closely at them after the show, each has a nametag – each is dedicated to an Australian femicide victim. These flowers encapsulate FEMOID.’s strengths in a nutshell: it is a thoughtful, brutal and cathartic show, loaded with powerful symbolism.

The play follows three teenage girls – Rory (Roisin Wallace-Nash), Piper (Natasha Pearson) and Olive (Iris Warren, who also wrote the show) – in light-hearted school playground conversations about boys, relationships and sex. Despite their carefree and honest love for each other, we learn that a clock is counting down. We sometimes skip forward in time (or perhaps outside it?) to sombre discussions about an unnamed event, and Olive is conspicuously absent. And throughout the show, white text flashes on a screen behind them: verbatim posts from incel forums that are almost too vile to believe.

 

 

Portraying the sexual curiosity of teenage girls without objectifying or patronizing them is a tricky needle to thread, but Warren’s writing and Izabella Day’s direction pull it off perfectly. The characters’ discussions about sex are innocent yet emotionally intelligent, which makes the juxtaposition with the text behind them about ‘sluts’, ‘foids’, ‘whores’ and worse all the more chilling. The cast functions more as an ensemble than individual characters with distinct voices, but this makes sense for a show concerned with violence against women as a collective. We laugh with the girls’ naivety, not at it, and the contrast created between scenes with and without Olive never stops being jarring.

Along with a unique perspective on the manosphere, FEMOID. stands out in its attention to detail. The use of symbolism and motifs is masterful, but difficult to talk about without spoilers. I’ll only say that everything seen and said on stage feels meticulous and pointed. There are many details to ruminate on, from the name tags on the flowers (which I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t read one of the venue posters) to the fact that the female main characters all have gender neutral names. The lighting was also a highlight in terms of giving a sense of place and occasionally glitching to further the constant sense of foreboding. The only snags for me were that the text projections were fuzzy and often difficult to read, and there were a few lines that felt too blunt in foreshadowing what was to come. Otherwise, the show felt as bold and precise as its subject matter called for.

There has been much speculation and information about why so many men hate women so much. The bitter irony is that this discourse often sidelines or desaturates the concrete consequences of this hatred. FEMOID. reminds us why we care and who we are fighting for. It is a very confronting and well-crafted show on every level, which will leave you with a lot of rage and a glimmer of hope.

To book tickets to Femoid, please visit https://www.theatreworks.org.au/2026/femoid.

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Blackpill: Redux

Blackpill: Redux

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How can the internet be depicted in other art forms? Many directors and writers across various mediums have tried to showcase the intangible world that most of us live our lives in. Unfortunately, there’s a lot of ways in which these kinds of stories can go wrong; a lack of empathy for particular communities, overly complicated visual metaphors, a reliance on outdated memes and references – the list goes on.

Blackpill: Redux avoids all these pitfalls. This remounting of the 2025 Theatreworks/Paracosm show, written and directed by Chris Patrick Hansen, combines razor-sharp writing, bleak stage design and intricately unnerving performances to create a scintillating dissection of incel culture and the men who fall into its black holes.

Eli (Oliver Tapp) is a self-admitted loser who’s been fired from his job for reasons he is suspiciously cagey about. He’s stuck with no money, no family or friends he can confide in, a desire to make something of his life and a lot of time to spend on his phone. If you’re familiar with stories about ‘the alt-right pipeline’, ‘the manosphere’ and ‘incels’, you can probably see where this train is going. If you aren’t, you can witness his journey from fitness gurus to ‘edgy’ Instagram group chats to voice calls discussing sexual fantasies and male loneliness, down and down and down. Either way, just like a trainwreck, you won’t be able to look away.

 

 

It’s clear that Hansen has done an unenviable amount of research into these corners of the internet. It’s all very well to gawk at and shame the flagrant misogyny on display, but Blackpill: Redux goes several steps further by showing in detail how an ‘everyman’ can be seduced by promises of community, justice and self-improvement. There’s a looming loneliness in almost every character, and the grooming mechanisms they practice and fall for (often at the same time) are so clear yet well-paced enough to be believably enticing. The ending (without spoiling it) in particular guides the audience into understanding these men and empathizing with their emotions, without excusing his actions and the damage they’ve caused.

The set is a grey box of platforms dominated by a hexagonal screen and LED-lit wire fragments hanging from the ceiling. It looks like an abandoned spacecraft, and when text and images are shown on the screen, they are devoured by glitchy rotting. The sound design is booming and abrasive, creating a frightening, gloomy and expansive world. At the same time, one of the best things about Blackpill: Redux is that it doesn’t take itself too seriously. The dozen-strong cast are all incredible physical actors and this is often played for laughs, with ridiculous movement sequences depicting common internet memes, cliches in Hugh Grant movies and the stereotypes Eli learns to project onto the people in his life. This show has a very dark sense of humour and knows exactly how to wield it, often making references to internet culture that feel ‘of a time’ but not stuck in an outdated moment.

I’m fascinated that a show about something as nebulous and complicated as online indoctrination could be this physical and raw. The amount of heart, intelligence, wit and pathos in it is incredible to behold, and I couldn’t recommend it more. Check it out while you still can – you’ll be thinking and talking about it for a long time afterwards.

To book tickets to Blackpill: Redux, please visit https://www.theatreworks.org.au/2026/blackpill-redux.

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A Twist Of Fate Christmas Special

A Twist Of Fate

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T’was the night of Scary Goats Theatre’s A Twist Of Fate Christmas special. All through the Motley Bauhaus cellar, such a merry and full audience was stirring that you wouldn’t have guessed that the company only kicked into gear roughly a year ago. Having seen a past Twist Of Fate season in May, I understood the format and was keen to see more: a series of four short plays inspired by The Twilight Zone and centred around a devastating twist. After only half a year, I was delighted to see that the company has further honed a unique brand of camp, engrossing indie horror with a pool of talented writers and actors.

The night opened with Emily Morey’s play ‘Naughty Nicholas’, in which a little boy is threatened with ‘no Christmas’ after setting fire to the family Christmas tree. He decides to build his own robotic Santa to wreak vengeance on those written on his personal naughty list. The physical acting from all cast members, from the ‘children’ to the janky mechanical Santa, was delightful. While some of the fighting between the main character and his sister felt a bit rushed, it wasn’t enough to detract from the story. I found myself wondering if the boy’s character was too unsympathetic, but luckily, it turned out his abominable Santa had similar concerns…

The second play, ‘Prisoners of the Season’ (written by Lore Burns) opens on four soldiers tied up by the wrists and neck with no memory of who or where they are. It was easy to guess the twist, but the fun came from watching the characters slowly figure it out. Once again, the physical acting was a highlight, and the ensemble’s sense of comedic timing was immaculate. Some of the actors had false moustaches that came loose, but the way the performers leant into and improvised around that gaffe was downright impressive and had the audience on their side in a heartbeat.

‘Office Party’ by Richard Mealey takes place at a Christmas celebration in an office that just so happens to be run by the offspring of the Christmas demon Krampus. As a holiday treat, he tempts Dylan, the office dogsbody, to punish a coworker who almost definitely killed someone for fun. This play was my favourite in terms of its writing and direction. It signalled a darker turn as we saw commentary on toxic masculinity and what is deemed as acceptable in corporate environments. The context and stakes were revealed in a gradual and satisfying way, there’s some fun puppeteering when ‘Krampus’ appears in the story, and the set and sound design were used very effectively to create a creepy build to an eerie ending that left me wanting more.

 

 

The final play, ‘Nineteen Eighty Clause’, was directed and written by Chloe Towan, who also emcees the Twist Of Fate series. A bunch of Christmas elves work tirelessly yet happily in Santa’s factory until one worker, Jangles, becomes so sleep-deprived that she starts hallucinating. This leads her to discover – with the help of a rogue elf named Sparky – that everyone in the workshop has been brainwashed into working for Santa, who turns out to be a cartoonishly cruel gangster. The corporate satire here is much more pointed and turned on the audience as we are made to question our own consumption habits around the holiday season. The romantic chemistry between Sparky and Jangles felt a bit contrived, but as the play itself points out with a fakeout ending: it’s Christmas, and a bit of positivity is sometimes needed to get us through the dark times. Overall, the social commentary is sharp while still having an optimistic message.

After five seasons of A Twist Of Fate and two Melbourne Fringe shows this year, this Christmas edition of Scary Goats’ most popular series felt like a well-deserved victory lap. Chloe Towan and her collaborators showed how they have earned their stripes by consistently creating tongue-in-cheek horror that pushes the constraints of indie theatre spaces without bursting the envelope. I cannot wait to see what they do next year, and I’ll certainly be looking forward to more than a few twists in their shows.

To book tickets to A Twist Of Fate, please visit https://www.eventfinda.com.au/2025/a-twist-of-fate-christmas-special/melbourne/carlton.

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