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August 30, 2009 | by  | in Arts Theatre |
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Hey darling, come to Bed… lam

Bedlam pic1 (low res)Madness, murder and narrating statues.

Bedlam is the latest play from the PlayGroud Collective, the people who taught you how to actually care, intricately. Written by Eli Kent, who is kinda a big deal these days, and directed, as a part of his MTA in Directing, by very good egg Robin Kerr, it is a slick, quick and biting journey to the heart of the (in)famous mental institution that “begat” the word.

It has songs, jokes and six members of this year’s graduating Toi acting class. It is witch-ridden.

It has beds, it has lambs, it does what it says on the tin.

It is, also, well worth a look.


Part of the Toi Whakaari: NZ Drama School 2009 Production Season

Written by Eli Kent
Directed by Robin Kerr as part of the Masters of Theatre Arts (Directing)
Produced by Eleanor Bishop
Music by Erika Grant, Isaac Smith and Amanda Maclean
Tuesday 1 – Saturday 5 September 2009 at 7pm

Basement Theatre, Te Whaea: National Dance and Drama Centre, 11 Hutchison Road, Newtown, Wellington
Price: $15 / $12 Bookings: or for info phone 04 381 9253

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Uther was one of the two arts editors in 2009. He was the horoscopier and theatre writer in 2010. Alongside Elle Hunt, Uther was coeditor in 2011.

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