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I took one of my best friends / housemate on a long overdue date night (the girl works too damn hard) to the Butterfly Club, which you can find at the end of an alleyway just off little Collins (you know, one of the classically Melbourne ones that somehow manages to be both bougie and creepy at the same time). We saw a Melbourne International Comedy Festival one-man show, Small Tales of Little Mercy by Martin Dunlop. You know you’re going to have a good night when you walk into a lounge-styled bar that’s decked out, let’s be honest, very

Mid90s Directed by Jonah Hill A film review by Daniel Nieborski 3.5 stars out of 5 "A lot of the time, we feel like our lives are the worst. But…I think if you looked at anybody else’s closet, you wouldn’t trade your shit for their shit." I would write that Jonah Hill transports us to the world of the 1990s in his directorial debut, but the word “transports” seems too magical; too whimsical, for what this film actually depicts. Rather, he effectively pulls us into a world which, although reminiscent of the 1990s, is also harsh, brash, and filled with

Two young lovers. Feuding families. A death or two. Sound familiar? The best thing about reviewing a show like Romeo and Juliet, is that it is unlikely I’ll be spoiling the ending for anyone. It is called a tragedy after all. But maybe you think you don’t like Shakespeare. All those ‘thou arts’ and ‘my lords’ - surely they get in the way of a good story, right? Now picture you are having a picnic and a glass of wine as the sun sets over the historic Ripponlea Estate, and Romeo and Juliet is being performed only metres in front