Culture

Brett Sheehy’s penultimate Adelaide Festival is an array of powerful performances, from its stunning opera centrepiece to a primeval flamenco.

In Being Maria, French director Jessica Palud revisits one of the most notorious scenes in cinema history to return the power of the gaze to the woman it violated.

At the moment of my father Chester Lemon’s birth, the doctor delivering him dropped dead. I’ve tried to picture it ever since my father told me this story – was the baby halfway out or all the way out?, what about the placenta? et cetera – but I’ve never been able to properly arrange the scene in my mind.

Truth, a biographical play about Julian Assange, is a superficial history of the WikiLeaks affair that feels dated and confused.

Kagami – a ‘mixed reality’ presentation of the final concert of late Japanese composer Ryuichi Sakamoto – is a strangely hollow experience.

Despite its flaws, Mohammad Rasoulof’s Oscar-nominated film The Seed of the Sacred Fig is a passionate and compelling indictment of authoritarian misogyny.

British jazz legend Shabaka Hutchings, playing at this month’s WOMADelaide music festival, holds a deep passion for the ancient music of the flute.