Australian Ballet 2016 season

Mary Shelley was onto something when she penned the sci-fi and horror-inspiring novel Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus – namely arrogant men messing with stuff they shouldn’t, stuffing things up for everyone else. That, and we can’t get enough of a poor, persecuted emo ‘monster’ who just wants to be loved. Her genius has sparked life into a bazillion adaptations since then. Universal Pictures produced eight films, beginning with James Whale’s Frankenstein, followed swiftly by Bride of Frankenstein. Hammer bashed out seven. Andy Warhol and Paul Morrisey made a horny one. There have been straight plays, operas, songs and side quests, like Penny Dreadful, Poor Things or The Bride!But of all the skewwhiff looks at the source material, re-stitching its decomposing fleshy parts into something else entirely, multi-hyphenate funny man and The Producers mastermind Mel Brooks’ hilarious Young Frankenstein is one of the most genuinely inventive.  An outrageous spoof, co-written with Willy Wonka’s Gene Wilder, Young Frankenstein was so good they made it twice. With the help of book co-writer Thomas Meehan, Brooks adapted his own adaptation into the Tony-nominated 2007 musical that’s currently playing at St Kilda’s Theatre Works. It’s aliiiiiiivvvvveeeee? Who’s involved? This riotous new staging, presented near-deliriously by StageBugs Productions, is directed with the madcap energy by Christian Cavallo (Footloose). He casts a game Josh Direen as the preening and puffed-up Dr...

Do you ever look around at the increasingly disastrous times we find ourselves in and wonder how we got here? Or who got us here?  When we think of folks who act like a god only to fall victim to hubristic overreach and despair, we leap to Mary Shelley’s fictional Frankenstein and his spurned, rightfully furious ‘monster’ in fiction, or to real life and J Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atom bomb, the man who infamously quoted the Bhagavad Gita, “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” There’s another: Dr Joseph Weizenbaum, the subject of Eliza, MTC’s riveting new work by celebrated Melbourne playwright Tom Holloway, directed by Paige Rattray. I know Frankenstein and Oppenheimer, but who are Weizenbaum (and Eliza)? Forget Claude and ChatGPT, Eliza is the original AI ‘chatbot’, created by Weizenbaum in 1966. He was a computer whizz at MIT whose family escaped Nazi Germany thirty years earlier, fleeing to the US when he was still a kid.  Far from birthing an intelligent new lifeform – AI isn’t that – Weizenbaum was being a bit of a smart arse, purposefully creating Eliza as a software program designed to mimic the question-reframing language of therapists. Not because he wanted to make therapy easier and cheaper to access, but because unlike sci-fi authors including Asimov, he wanted to prove there was nothing close to human about AI. Eliza was a mimic, faking its way through the Turing test, yet easily out-sentience-d by a parrot.  Intriguing! So who’s involved...