An early review of Patrick White’s A Cheery Soul said it 'upset everybody who saw it'. But this extraordinary play, once a victim of 60s cultural cringe, marked a turning point in Australian theatre.
There was once a sense of excitement about creating a genuinely Australian culture and making our own way in the world. What's happened to that optimism?
Theatre reviewing should be a public judgement pronounced with discernment. So what are we to make of those who do it badly?