Between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion…

Now you know our cast, would you like to know what they’ve been doing?

As a new company with limited resources and time, we wanted to use both as effectively as possible, filling our textual understanding with a specific and shared knowledge of the world our characters inhabit. But how do we bring an understanding of what Rome means to the Romans into our contemporary setting? What will raise our performances to paint the world of conspiracy in the audience’s minds?

We take our performances to the world.

Meet our rehearsal room.

Are we all ready? What is now amiss that Caesar and his senate must redress?

The cast play the story in Federation Square.

After our basic text analysis was done our rehearsals took to the streets of Melbourne, lifting our classical understanding into contemporary context.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

Cassius sways Brutus to conspiracy at the State Library of Victoria.

The city the Proper Villains love and call home is filled with architectural grandeur evoking ancient Rome, providing perspective and passion in an urban maze.

Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man most like this dreadful night

Cassius draws Casca in

We have walks and gardens like Rome, a sprawling river, bridges and arches – and enough corners and alleys to hide a dozen conspiracies.

What mean you Caesar? Think you to walk forth?

Calpurnia pleads with Caesar to stay at home, at the Ides of March

It seems everywhere we looked, Melbourne offered us a setting for our tragedy – never were those words truer: All the world’s a stage.

Gentlemen all, alas, what shall I say?

Antony confronts the assassins

We drew attention – often we invited it – and the stares of bystanders became a part of the world we will create every night in the Loading Dock at Revolt, a world that has showed itself startlingly similar to our own.

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?

Cassius points the finger

Today our political dissent is in the form of vocal protest, in petitions and rallies, we don’t kill for our ideals. But sometimes the death of an idea is as terrible and tragic a loss as the death of a leader. How often do we let our dreams die in the face of apparently insurmountable opposition.

The world we create is our own.

Julius Caesar