A great big festival of shuffling-off-the-mortal-coil, from a bunch of Australia’s silliest/smartest theatre makers: post. Oedipus Schmoedipus takes several hundred of the all-time greatest plays, picks out the death scenes, mixes them together and hands them back to the people. Cunningly and cleverly carried off (no pun intended), it’s a theatrical extravaganza two-and-a-half thousand years in the making. For this mammoth undertaking, post are joined by 25 volunteers, a new cast rehearsed fresh each night.

From gore to laments to requiems to war cries, post sifted through the Great Truths of the Classics to pull out the juiciest stuff and find the true universal. Fed up with white men staging the deaths of white men in plays written by white men, the white ladies of post have pirated the theatrical canon in order to confront the great unknown. This is not ‘Shakespeare in an Hour’. Death belongs to everyone.

post’s work is joyful and dark, stupid and smart, down-home and over the top. Oedipus Schmoedipus is their bid for theatre history – either to join it, or wreck it.

“…brilliant…shockingly funny to watch.”
-The Australian