There’s nothing quite like the casual chaos of a sharehouse filled with twenty-somethings. A temperamental whirlwind of excitement, fear, uncertainty and newfound freedom sweeps through the poorly-plastered halls. Spontaneous parties, a dubious division of chores and probably some suspicious black mould somewhere. Everyone is barely an adult, and you’re still cute enough to (hopefully) get away with some pretty dumb decisions. 

I Promise This Isn’t About You (Even If It Feels Like It Is). Photo © Jaimi Houston

A story that unravels entirely in a sharehouse bathroom over the course of a tumultuous end-of-lease party, I Promise This Isn’t About You (Even If It Feels Like It Is) perfectly captures the audacity, messiness and unrelenting melancholy of young adulthood. Mind the spew. And take that drunk girl’s tarot-reading with a grain of salt. 

Wrapped up in a subtly Naarm-coded branch of the queer experience, this is an exciting new offering from some of Melbourne’s most exciting up-and-coming theatremakers. Plus, it’s inventively staged in a real graffiti-covered carpark, to boot. (Seriously, the entire production must be packed down after each performance to...