Sh!t-faced Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Where Bard Meets Booze and Anything Is Possible 

Hold onto your tankards and tighten your codpieces, because Sh!t-faced Shakespeare is back in Melbourne and it’s more chaotically magical than ever! 

This riotous romp through A Midsummer Night’s Dream is equal parts classical theatre, improv comedy, and pure unfiltered drunken mayhem—and frankly, it’s everything I didn’t know my Shakespeare education was missing.

Let me paint you a picture: one classically trained actor is absolutely plastered, the rest are valiantly trying to keep the show afloat, and the audience? We’re along for the wildest, alcohol-fuelled wagon ride through the Forest of Arden (okay, technically Athens, but who’s keeping track when Lysander is trying to sword-fight a fairy with a shoe?).

 The beauty of it all? The cast doesn’t just tolerate the chaos—they weaponise it. The sober actors, bless their brave souls, expertly navigate the tipsy tornado, somehow keeping the iambic pentameter afloat amid impromptu burps, boozy ballads, and the occasional Shakespearean strip tease.

It’s like the Royal Shakespeare Company got locked in a pub overnight with a bottle of Fireball and a mission to make drama class fun again. It’s smart. It’s stupid. It’s Shakespeare with a hangover and a dream.

Whether you’re a seasoned Shakespeare buff or just here for the off-key musical numbers and an actor calling Oberon “Big Daddy Forest Man,” this is one show where literally anything is possible. One moment you’re getting eloquent Elizabethan verse, the next you’re watching a fairy queen twerking. It’s pure, ridiculous genius.

Go for the Shakespeare, stay for the sheer unpredictability, and leave with abs sore from laughing. It’s high culture meets low inhibition, and it’s the most fun I’ve had yelling “Huzzah!” in public since Ren Faire 2013.

Get your tickets, grab a drink (or three), and prepare thyself for utter, drunken delight. Shakespeare has never been this tipsy, or this utterly terrific.