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The rating system is simple:
★★★★★ – Terrific, world-standard. Don’t miss.
★★★★ – Great, definitely worth seeing.
★★★ – Good. Perfectly entertaining. Recommended. Individual mileage may vary.
★★ – Fine. Flawed and not really recommended, but you may find something to appreciate in it.
★ – Bad (& possibly offensive).
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Mama Does Derby (Sydney Festival) ★★★½

Created by Clare Watson & Virginia Gay. Windmill Production Company. World Premiere Season. Sydney Festival. Sydney Town Hall. 15-22 Jan, 2026.
Mama Does Derby brings roller derby into the Sydney Town Hall… sorta. That may be the overarching gimmick behind the show, but its big surprise is that it isn’t just all spectacle — there’s substance in the mix too.
Sixteen-year-old Billie (Elvy-Lee Quici) and her mum (Amber McMahon) are new in town after a chaotic life on the road. They’re more like best friends than mother and daughter sometimes, but a static life isn’t sitting too well with either of them. Billie struggles to connect with kids at school and pours herself into her art. Mum, meanwhile, is bouncing off the walls… and the men… until she discovers the local roller derby rink.

Mama Does Derby. Photo: Claudio Raschella. I’ll get my main criticism out of the way early — there isn’t enough roller derby in Mama Does Derby. The hard-working skaters spend almost two thirds of the show pushing the set around, and when we do get to the derby, the confines of the Town Hall seating make it all feel rather tame. I get it: crash barriers would block sightlines and eat into the space. But “derby” is in the title. I at least wanna see some argy-bargy on wheels.
Thankfully, the show’s secret weapon isn’t its Starlight Express antics, but the fact that Watson & Gay (which sounds suspiciously like a TV detective series) have built a genuine play about a mother and daughter dealing with trauma — one that just happens to have rollerskating happening around it.

Amber McMahon & Elvy-Lee Quici. Photo: Claudio Raschella. Billie can’t sleep when Mum isn’t around. At first this reads as standard coming-of-age anxiety, but the more we learn about their dynamic and history, the clearer it becomes that Billie is worried about… everything. Beyond the existential dread of being a modern teenager, Billie has effectively become a parent to her own mum, and her fears extend to making sure Mum is safe.
It’s a well-constructed story, broad enough to work in a vast, spectacle-heavy space, but with enough emotional investment to feel real rather than swallowed by the bells and whistles.

Amber McMahon & Elvy-Lee Quici. Photo: Claudio Raschella. When Billie’s night terrors take physical form, the show gets a shot of theatrical adrenaline. Embodied by performer Benjamin Hancock, her fear is ethereal, beautiful, and deeply strange as it contorts its way through the darkness. It’s an absolute visual highlight of the night. Designer Jonathon Oxlade and costume maker Renate Henschke knock it out of the park.
Another standout is the kick-ass live band, which delivers high-energy, atmospheric hits throughout the show. Tracks like Beastie Boys’ “Sabotage”, The Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind?”, and Tom Cochrane’s “Life Is a Highway” are performed by the tight three-piece of Joe Paradise Lui, Calliope Jackson, and Antoine Jelk, adding propulsion and grit to the action.

Calliope Jackson & Joe Paradise Lui. Photo: Claudio Raschella. Clare Watson’s direction works hard to keep the story flowing amid some tricky physical constraints. A wide thrust configuration and steeply raked seating aren’t the most conducive set-up for intimate emotional drama — especially not when there’s a racetrack in the middle. Strong sound and lighting design (by Luke Smiles and Lucy Birkinshaw) help focus attention within the cavernous space, while Watson ensures Quici and McMahon’s performances are bold enough to read without tipping into pantomime.
Sydney Festival’s Town Hall shows are always events: large-scale spectacles anchored by a clear artistic vision. Mama Does Derby leans more towards entertainment than art, but it’s still a lot of fun, packed with confident stagecraft and emotional heft. I just wanted more sweaty smash’n’grab from it.
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EXXY (Sydney Festival) ★★★

Created by Dan Daw & Company. Co-written by Brian Lobel. Sydney Opera House. Sydney Festival. 15-18 January, 2026.
Dan Daw’s return to Sydney Festival is a deliberate struggle. EXXY is about survival in a world not designed for people with differing forms of disability. There is tension in every step – physically and narratively.
After a warm prologue in which Daw explains the elements of the show that may adversely affect audiences sensitive to light and sound (echoing the preamble in Belvoir’s production of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time last year), the show begins with the piece-by-piece destruction of a large poster of Daw himself. Deconstruction is the name of the game in a show that revels in its abstraction.

Dan Daw. Photo: Neil Bennett. Set in an outback backyard, with a tin shed, saltbush growing from the soil and a lot of open space, Daw tells his story of growing up. He recalls memories of his grandmother singing as he played outside, unencumbered by societal expectations of how he, a child with cerebral palsy, should move or be presented. As an unselfconscious child, he was free to drool and move as his body demanded.
As life progresses, the need and desire to fit in – to not offend – grows harder. Daw, along with his fellow cast (Tiiu Mortley, Joseph Brown and Sofia Valdiri), is put through his paces.
At times it feels like Daw is prodding the audience for a reaction. There are prompted moments of interaction, with lines projected on a screen for the audience to repeat, alongside stories clearly designed to generate applause. We become puppets and props in the storytelling, playing both willing supporters and harsh eyes. When the cast is showered in coins, you have to ask yourself: did we just make these four disabled performers dance for their supper?

Sofia Valdiri. Photo: Neil Bennett. EXXY is a real step up stylistically, if not thematically, from the internationally renowned The Dan Daw Show. Kat Heath’s moody set gives the production depth, supported by lighting and sound from Nao Nagai and Lewis Gibson. Guy Connelly’s thumping score lends an aggressive edge that builds towards moments of euphoria. This show looks and sounds sexy – a true main stage piece.
Conceptually, much of EXXY hits hard. It’s challenging and often richer for it, but the storytelling feels frustratingly muddled. Long monologues invite us into Daw’s world, but they begin to drift. The physical vignettes are presented with a level of obscurity that left me guessing at their intent.

Joseph Brown. Photo: Neil Bennett. There are gaps that remain unresolved. What is the connection between the title EXXY (short for expensive, according to the show’s blurb, but never mentioned on stage) and the hardy saltbush, or the recurring focus on drool? And how do the off-stage commands for the cast to perform connect with the moments of encouraged, or enforced, audience cheering? For me, these ideas never quite knit together or get explored deeply enough.
In the end, I felt frustrated and a little manipulated. But maybe that was the point all along. EXXY certainly left me asking questions about the performance and my own response to it – and in that, it’s clearly a success.
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Nowhere (Sydney Festival) ★★★★

Written by Khalid Abdalla. Fuel. Australian Premiere. Sydney Festival. Roslyn Packer Theatre. 13-17 Jan, 2026.
British actor and activist Khalid Abdalla brings his one-man testimonial, Nowhere, to Sydney Festival — a playful and sincere cry for recognition.
This is the story of a boy, born to a family of Egyptian activists, who grew up to become an actor. A mix of funny anecdotes, political awakenings, heartfelt losses and a belief in the importance of everyone’s core humanity. It’s a partial memoir with a motivating point to make.

Khalid Abdalla. Photo: Neil Bennett Khalid Abdalla’s musings are decidedly non-linear, leaping from his experiences in film and TV to personal revelations amid the political uprisings in Egypt and the death of a close creative friend. This collage of moments builds, disparate piece by piece, into a portrait of “an Arab in a post-9/11 world”, as he puts it.
It’s clear Abdalla enjoys playing with the audience’s expectations. The difference between perception and reality is constantly in the air — from the gap between the Cambridge-educated Abdalla and the roles he’s been cast in (he notably played a terrorist hijacker in the Hollywood film United 93), to the way different accents change our idea of who he is. There is no fourth wall here, as he asks the audience questions about our own birthplaces and how we see ourselves. At times, Nowhere feels like a charming TED Talk.

Khalid Abdalla. Photo: Neil Bennett Told with a blend of multimedia forms, Abdalla flips from physical photographs to video captured on his iPhone. Ti Green’s simple set includes multiple projection screens that layer the space, as though we’re moving through overlapping memories. As Abdalla races around the stage, a sense of child-like discovery guides us through these often avant-garde moments. One minute he takes us into an art class; the next, he’s making jokes about the lasting impacting of British colonialism — it’s quite the journey.
The stories Abdalla tells are consistently entertaining and often deeply moving. Yet they don’t always cohere into a clear narrative progression. Some anecdotes, while compelling in isolation, feel only loosely tethered to core of the show. Abdalla is definitely taking us somewhere, but he’s often choosing the scenic route there.
After inviting us into his personal pain and joy — the loss of close friends, the beauty of his children, and the racism he himself has faced — we come to understand the heart of the man and are open to hearing his words on the issues dividing Sydney and the world right now. This goes beyond anodyne “we just need to all get along” platitudes, becoming a much more human call for mutual compassion.

Khalid Abdalla. Photo: Neil Bennett Abdalla resists reducing conflict to simple binaries. Instead, the work examines the messy, complex world we navigate — one in which “us vs them” mentalities are tearing us apart.
Nowhere is a winding journey through one man’s life (so far) and the realisations he’s had along the way. Deeply personal, it’s a confessional piece of theatre that asks us to meet each other with the empathy we hope for ourselves.
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Putting It Together (Foundry Theatre) ★★★★

Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim. Devised by Stephen Sondheim & Julia McKenzie. Craig Donnell for Impresario Productions. Foundry Theatre. Jan 6 – Feb 15, 2026.
We’re kicking it old school in the New Year. And I’ve got to say it feels good to be opening 2026 by seeing (and hearing) some Sondheim—performed by the very best. Seriously, I want to do things to these vocals that would make the cast of Heated Rivalry blush. If you’re a musical theatre lover addicted to big, crisp vocals and intricate intonation, then you’ll love this cast!

Caroline O’Connor and Michael Cormick. Photo: Daniel Boud. There is no shortage of revues based around the work of the late Stephen Sondheim (like Being Alive at the Hayes last year)—but there is only one that he was fully involved with: 1992’s Putting It Together. And despite featuring some of his best tunes, covering almost the entirety of his career, this isn’t a “greatest hits” showcase. It’s more of a thematic jukebox of Sondheim’s tunes about the messy realities of relationships.
The set-up is admittedly a bit overly-stagey. It’s a cabaret/musical/revue hybrid strung together with a very loose narrative (there is no real plot—just vibes).
Set at a New York cocktail party with two couples—one older and rich (Caroline O’Connor & Michael Cormick), the other young and ambitious (Stefani Caccamo & Nigel Huckle)—these aren’t really characters but archetypes designed to deliver songs.
Stefanie Caccamo and Nigel Huckle. Photo: Daniel Boud. We’re helped along by Bert LaBonté’s “Observer”, who blends into scenes and gives the audience some simple context. It takes a few minutes to settle into the show’s rhythms—possibly not helped by the fact it begins with some of the more obscure Sondheim tracks—but once you get on its wavelength, it really hits its stride.
The show is at its best when it plugs into Sondheim’s witty numbers like “There’s Always a Woman”, “Getting Married Today”, “More” and “Lovely”, or when it dials up the vocals and layered arrangements for the emotional heavy-hitters “Every Day a Little Death”, “Unworthy of Your Love”, “Sooner or Later” or “Being Alive”. Honestly, this is the best arrangement of “Being Alive” I’ve ever heard – the counter-melodies will give you chills.

Caroline O’Connor and Bert LaBonté Photo: Daniel Boud. This cast are supremely talented, with gorgeous vocals as they wrap their lungs around some of Sondheim’s trickiest melodies and comedy songs. Caroline O’Connor is clearly the gold standard here—both for her ability to interpret songs and nail the laughs. Hearing her rendition of “Ladies Who Lunch” is easily worth the price of a ticket.
The double act of Stefanie Caccamo and O’Connor excel as dueling women. Nigel Huckle’s golden voice fills the large Foundry (has he ever played Franklin Shepard in Merrily? He should play Franklin Shepard in Merrily! Or he’d make a great Bobby for Company. Caccamo would also make for an excellent gender-swapped Bobbie – any producers reading this?!). And Michael Cormick’s clarity and gravitas round out the core quartet.

Stefanie Caccamo, Nigel Huckle and Michael Cormick. Photo: Daniel Boud. And what does Sondheim have to say about relationships in the end? Well, simply that they’re multifaceted and complicated. It’s notable that Sondheim himself remained single for most of his life, acting as an observer and chronicler of people. His take on women is mixed with caustic admiration. His take on men is tinted with a sense of disappointment. When you put them together, they can bring out the best or the worst in each other.

The Cast of Putting it Together. Photo: Daniel Boud. But ultimately you’ve wound your way through the casino, into the foyer bar, past the loos, crossed the second smaller bar, down the weird funnel-shaped corridor (I really love a quirky theatre space), into the not-so-hidden gem of the Foundry Theatre for one thing—Sondheim’s music.
And this show delivers, demonstrating Sondheim’s witty, lyrical brilliance and sharp observations. There is nothing generic or predictable about his songwriting, it is still dynamic and unique. His take on relationships is rarely pretty, letting his characters show their selfish, sexist, broken flaws through song.
The way the show is constructed may seem a bit odd or even dated to some, but I guarantee you I will see this a few more times before it closes. This quintet of stage talents is hard to pass up.
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Pretty Woman: The Musical (Theatre Royal) ★★★

Music & lyrics by Bryan Adams and Jim Vallance. Book by Garry Marshall and J.F. Lawton. Based on the film by J.F. Lawton. Theatre Royal. Nov 30, 2025 – Mar 1, 2026.
Let me start by saying Pretty Woman: The Musical is NOT the worst musical I’ve seen in 2025. That “honour” still goes to The Devil Wears Prada: The Musical in London (“Big mistake. Huge!”). But the two shows share a lot of similar problems, the biggest of which is a seeming lack of interest from the creatives involved. Pretty Woman: The Musical is not really good, but it’s good enough—it clears the line to three-stars thanks to a charming performance from Samantha Jade.

Samantha Jade. Photo: Daniel Boud. A little bit of musical theatre history: musicals have been based on films since the 1960s. The trend picked up steam in the 1990s with Disney taking to the stage, followed by fairly forgettable shows like Footloose (1998), The Full Monty (2000), Dirty Dancing (2004), and The Wedding Singer (2006). Things really went turbo-charged in 2007 with the success of Legally Blonde: The Musical, which became a major global hit thanks to its smart writing, high-energy pop score and media savvy marketing.
Since then, screenwriters, film studios, and producers have been trying to turn film IP into musicals—usually without success. For every genuine hit like Kinky Boots (2013) or Waitress (2016), there’s a graveyard of musicals including Desperately Seeking Susan (2007), Flashdance (2008), Ghost (2011), The Bodyguard (2012), Rocky (2014), Cruel Intentions (2017), Clueless (2018), Tootsie (2019), Mrs Doubtfire (2021), all the way up to the likes of The Queen of Versailles, Burlesque, and 50 First Dates this year (2025).
I’m not saying they were all bad—most were—but none hit the heights of Legally Blonde, even if they continue to enjoy success on tours. In classic Hollywood-exec style, it’s clear that people saw Legally Blonde’s success and thought, “Audiences love seeing hit films on stage,” without considering all the factors that made Legally Blonde exceptional. And that’s how we ended up with Pretty Woman: The Musical.

Samantha Jade & Ensemble. Photo: Daniel Boud. And I kept thinking about Legally Blonde while watching Pretty Woman because there are some solid parallels—not even counting the casting of Andy Karl and Orfeh in both Broadway productions of the shows. The real comparison hit me with the iconic shopping/makeover scene.
In Legally Blonde, the song “Take it Like A Man” works on two levels: it’s both a comedic beat and a moment of genuine emotional development. Elle realises she’s in love with Emmett and that exterior changes don’t alter the man underneath. “That’s the best part, the outside is new. But now it reflects what’s already in you.” What’s that smell? Subtext… by Calvin Klein.
In Pretty Woman’s equivalent moment—Edward taking Vivienne shopping for her second back-to-back makeover—we get “You’re Beautiful”. It’s a song about how a woman who makes a living off her sexual attraction is, surprise surprise, even more beautiful in designer clothes! “You’re beautiful. You’ve got style and grace. There’s something about your smile that says you’re on your way.” I felt like William Shatner at the end of Miss Congeniality, soullessly reciting, “She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s Miss United States!” What’s that smell? Bad writing.
And yes, before you ask, Miss Congeniality: The Musical is in development right now.

Samantha Jade & Ben Hall. Photo: Daniel Boud. Pretty Woman gives us first-base lyrics in middle-of-the-road pop-rock tunes that don’t really progress the story. The iconic film visuals are all present—the trashy blonde wig, the big white hat, the snapping-the-jewellery-box-shut—but none land triumphantly. The book is full of talk about emotions but very little actual feeling on stage. The sexual chemistry is as fake as the sheet of fluffy cloth meant to be the bubbles in the bathtub scene.
It feels as though the original production team simply duplicated the film’s big moments, threw some songs in, and walked away to collect their pay cheques. It’s professionally executed but utterly passionless. During the opera scene, I was praying for the Phantom to start killing people.

Samantha Jade, Ben Hall and Ensemble. Photo: Daniel Boud. But things aren’t all dire. After the harsh Broadway & London reviews, and the lukewarm local ones, I expected a one- or two-star fiasco… but… well…
Samantha Jade is just so damn likeable that she actually sells it.
While sometimes I felt like joining in with Vivienne wishing she was “Anywhere but here” there’s no denying that Jade is a vocal powerhouse who really makes the most of some underwhelming tunes. She’s equally strong with the brash comedy, the winning innocence and the seduction. Much like Julia Roberts in the film, it’s hard not to love this cliched hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold.

Michelle Brasier and Ensemble. Photo: Daniel Boud. She’s backed up by some real standouts. Ben Hall has little to work with as the underwritten millionaire-killjoy Edward, but his vocals are gorgeous. Michelle Brasier turns the bog-standard “sassy best friend” Kit into a showstopper. And Jordan Tomljenovic does his best to steal every scene he’s in as the bellboy Giulio.
So, is Pretty Woman: The Musical worth seeing? Sure—if you’re up for a light, inoffensive evening with friends. There’s some enjoyment to be had here even if it’s the kind of show that would be fun in 2005, but feels like a throwback in 2025. It definitely lacks the creative spark of other musicals we’ve seen at the Theatre Royal this year like Hadestown, The Lovers, or even Cats, but the great vocals will please lovers of a big belting tune and the feelgood plot still works a little bit of magic.
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Cultural Binge’s Top Ten Sydney Shows of 2025

Out of the 139 shows I saw this year (there were a few repeat visits in there, and a lot of shows in Melbourne, London and New York), I picked my personal favourite ten shows of the year – and it was an unexpected list.
Kudos to the great independent shows that dominated!
Read the full list & my breakdown of the year over on my Substack. culturalbinge.substack.com

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A Chinese Christmas (KXT on Broadway) ★★★

Written by Trent Foo. KXT on Broadway. 10-20 Dec, 2025.
Welcome to Christmas Eve in the Chinese Underworld, as Chinese-Australian Heepa (writer-actor Trent Foo) seeks advice and some magical help from his ancestors to ensure his blended Christmas goes off without a hitch. But the ancestors want something in return…

Trent Foo. Photo: Robert Miniter. Told in an almost epistolary fashion, Heepa’s ancestors force him to tell stories of his relationship with his grandmother and his Paw Paw (Tiang Lim) in exchange for magical favours. As he does so, he is accompanied by — and occasionally menaced by — one of his oldest ancestors, Lady Dai (Jolin Jiang), who plays a variety of instruments to add both musical and live sound effects — an absolute highlight of the night.
Foo’s script is a cheerful blend of cultures, creating a unique Christmas experience. There are hints of classic Christmas tales such as Dickens’ A Christmas Carol in the play’s construction (imagine multiple Ghosts of Christmas Past raking through Heepa’s memories), some of which feel slightly redundant in the grand scheme of things. This is predominantly a character piece, not a plot-driven play, and it is in the small moments of Heepa’s relationship with his Paw Paw that the story progression occurs.

Jolin Jiang. Photo: Robert Miniter. The script is translated to the stage through Monica Sayers’ confident direction. The storytelling is active and makes great use of the set, as Foo carefully rearranges the messy “underworld basement”. Cat Mai’s lighting does strong narrative work in establishing the tone of the underworld and guiding our attention. My absolute favourite part of the production, however, is the audio work — beautiful sound design by Cameron Smith, paired with live music composed and performed by Jolin Jiang.
Despite occasional lapses into overly arch delivery, there is great warmth in Foo’s stage presence, alongside the familiar strength of Tiang Lim’s performance as Heepa’s Paw Paw. His youthful exuberance and unearned confidence mix well with her quiet concern, and as the story builds and we come to understand their relationship more deeply, the play earns its heartfelt conclusion.

Tiang Lim. Photo: Robert Miniter. It all makes for a pleasantly entertaining look at the way our lives are shaped by those who raise us, and how our childhood eyes don’t always see the truth of a situation. At a swift 70-minute duration, A Chinese Christmas doesn’t overstay its welcome, delivering a Christmas message of love, loss, and family in a way you’ve probably not seen before.
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New Breed 2025 (Sydney Dance Co) ★★★★

Choreographed by Emma Fishwick, Ngaere Jenkins, Ryan Pearson & Harrison Ritchie-Jones. Sydney Dance Company. Carriageworks. Dec 3-13, 2025.
Farewell New Breed. Long Live New Breed. This may be the final annual instalment of Sydney Dance Company’s showcase of the next generation of choreographic talent, but its influence will be felt for some time yet. The four new pieces in this year’s show mix whimsy and imagination with athletic stamina.

Save Point. Photo: Pedro Greig. The first piece, Ryan Pearson’s Save Point, is a trip back to childhood. Inspired by computer games (hence the title) and long days spent playing outside, inventing entertainment as only a child can, Save Point feels like a pleasant memory you can return to on loop.

From the Horizon Thereafter. Photo: Pedro Greig. Second is Ngaere Jenkins’ From the Horizon Thereafter, the most successful piece of the evening for me. This lyrical work takes six dancers and moulds them like clay. As movement washes over the group in both gentle and coercive ways, a haunting sense of loss and beauty lingers.

marathon-o-marathon. Photo: Pedro Greig. Emma Fishwick’s marathon-o-marathon is third, and is perhaps the most unusual. Fishwick uses a variety of incongruous props — from a knight’s helmet to a cardboard cut-out unicorn and a bag of oranges — to liken humanity’s seemingly uphill battle with climate collapse to a never-ending marathon. At times amusing and at times exhausting, this was the most “message-forward” performance of the show.

Pigeon Humungous. Photo: Pedro Greig. The programme wraps up with the funny and athletic Pigeon Humungous by Harrison Ritchie-Jones. Casting us into a post-apocalyptic future of pigeon–human hybrids battling for position in the social hierarchy, it’s a bolt of energy with moves that blend dance, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Its wilful silliness and playful genre trappings made for a truly entertaining finale.
Each piece is supported by excellent lighting by Alexander Berlage and costumes by Aleisa Jelbart.
After twelve years of showcasing new talent — and the dancers of the SDC company — it’s a shame to lose New Breed from Sydney’s dance calendar. But times change, and the talent we’ve seen will no doubt go on to produce work well into the future. Grab a ticket to one of the remaining shows and celebrate the great work we’ve all seen.






