Liza Dezfouli, Journalist

This production of The Rape Of Lucrece puts a stethoscope to the language, amplifying its pulse.

The Dark Party is an original show, both appalling and funny.

Given the troupe’s name you might expect a moment’s pisstake of the Gangnam Style YouTube clip – a missed opportunity.

“There is a lot in the play about the politics of the organisation, how it is run in India, and its relationship with the government. The President of India is a devotee.”

“We’ve got Sparky, who sings and Belinda who is an acrobat. I do fire eating and fire twirling. It’s a quirky sort of show.”

Without cliché, the atmosphere on stage is tangible. You can smell that gumbo!

“I spent three days looking around, looking at different interactions, capturing gestures, the different looks between two people, those small detailed general phrases – all of these are triggers I use to create a dance.”

"His sentences became dance movements; we gave them to the dancers to find their essence. He saw me and another dancer improvising on the floor, feeding from each other and made a beautiful abstract sentence."

It’s so good to go to a show that glories in language and revels in unpretentious cleverness.

This tale of siblings, war, culture and love is presented in an intensely physical way by a remarkably charismatic actor, Te Kohe Tuhaka.

The ending doesn’t satisfy but on the whole this is a singular and original work of story telling.

Direction is slow. For the remainder of the season Pig 311 could be improved by speeding up the lengthy photo-montage.