This article is from 2009.
This chummy Star Wars-obsessed Aussie is sick of the arseholes who rather inconveniently populate the world. When the truth dawns that he might actually be one himself, the only place to hide is behind his toy lightsaber. His pleasingly energetic set propels itself across various moral mazes and silly scenarios but, especially with his finale, don't always climax with a satisfying pay-off.
The GRV, 226 0000, until 30 Aug, 9.20pm, £5.