A battle over minorities was centre-stage this year: gay people, disabled people, wimmin people and other Others - they/we were both celebrated and sneered at. Silo Theatre was the fantastic heavy-hitter in the left corner of this iPolitics theatre of war, coming out fast and funny with the star-laden feminist Top Girls, then Tribes (a beautiful delivery of a slightly undercooked script about deaf isolation), before moving on to the gay historical drama The Pride. This pointed troika was a bold piece of programming and Silo proved they had the production chops to pull it off, ensuring entertainment before earnestness.
Various minority reports also came in from Massive Company's upbeat true-story ensemble The Brave, while the Auckland Theatre Company (ATC) revival of A Frigate Bird Sings focused on the complications of life for a fa'afafine and her family. And Bruce Brown's 10-minute Boys' Outing was a sparkling diamond hidden under the Short+Sweet rug - one of the most adorable revelations of mutual attraction (gay or straight) I've ever seen, well played by young performers Graham Candy and Ryan Dulieu.
In contrast, I'm tired of cripple jokes, I'm tired of fat jokes, and I'm tired of older single women all being portrayed as desperately man hungry (in your dreams, elderly playwrights). Woefully, all the plays I saw which were guilty of throwing up such throwbacks were by New Zealanders. If I needed to see others disrespected for no particular reason other than to make me feel superior and to shore-up a receding patriarchal pecking order, I'd watch budget TV. (Although the single funniest moment in Auckland theatre this year was Gerry Brownlee being made to sit next to Jaime and Sally Ridge in the audience at the spectacular Mary Poppins premiere.)
The year was also full of delights and revelations. The scrunchie-licious Checkout Chicks - an ATC "Next Big Thing" musical comedy by Julia Truscott and Rachel Callinan set recognisably at your local supermarket - deserves a national tour for being awesome. Another, more substantial highlight was ATC's biggest risk: 20-something playwright Eli Kent on the main bill. Black Confetti was a triumph for cast and crew as well as creator - ambitious, atmospheric and theatrical, without taking itself too seriously. And A Midsummer Night's Dream's play-within-the-play showed ol' Shakespeare's still got a side-split or 10 left in him.
For the pointy-headed among us, (potent pause) Productions pleased with Pinter's The Birthday Party - it was a sublime consensual mind-muddle, as was Nisha Madhan's off-piste matching of Patti Smith and Sam Shepard's Cowboy Mouth with her own absurd Love It Up. Rachael Walker's very clever atom set for Copenhagen enhanced an already excellent production; and Michael Hurst is on to something with his mad-hero musings in Bard Day's Night. The New Performance Festival's Call Cutta in a Box (each one-on-one show was performed by a call centre worker in Calcutta) was a unique, impressive and thought-provoking experience.