Intergenerational friction, Carry On-style bawdiness and ecocide-era despair collide in Naturism, playwright Ang Collins’s mainstage debut – an 85-minute, bare-all comedy set on a remote bush block somewhere in Victoria.

For the past few decades, three Gen-X naturists have been building an off-grid utopia among the gum trees, convinced they’re living sustainably and in harmony with Mother Earth.

Here, they are free – free to pursue their dreams, free to be gloriously naked. Yet for a community founded on freedom, it’s curiously rule-bound, thanks mostly to commune leader Ray (Glen Hazeldine), a former CEO turned guru who has codified his wisdom into a tome of commandments known as The Thingy.

Hannah Waterman and Nicholas Brown in Naturism. Photo © Brett Boardman

Resident philosopher Sid (Nicholas Brown) finds comfort in the rules, his zeal for order making him Ray’s ideal and indefatigable disciple.

But for Helen (Hannah Waterman), a former performance artist now marooned in a loop of craft projects and birdwatching, the idyll has gone stale. After years estranged from her creative life – and from the messy, alluring...