Nuclear War/Buried/Graceland, The Old Red Lion
The Old Red Lion’s offering three plays for the price of one, but is it worth leaving the live football for?
Author: Ed Whitfield
I'm a writer and blogger, as well as the man scowling at you as you cough, check your phone, fidget and/or whisper to your partner during a performance. We can hear you, idiots.
Not Quite Jerusalem, Finborough Theatre
In post-Brexit Britain, the past is more than a foreign country.
Message in a Bottle, Peacock Theatre
I hope someone gets it.
Talk Propa, Vault Festival
Talk Propa asks Southerners to care about Northern exceptionalism, but fails to say why.
In My Lungs The Ocean Swells, Vault Festival
A Cornishman loses his woman to the city and his livelihood to market forces, in this phallocentric summary of a gender balanced two-hander.
Scrounger, Finborough Theatre
Athena Stevens’ new play gives the audience both barrels in addition to bureaucracy and discrimination.
The Wind of Heaven, Finborough Theatre
The Wind Heaven is something of an old fashioned brain fart.
Chemistry, Finborough Theatre
Chemistry uses the wonderdrug of intimate performance to produce a great two-hander.
Death of a Salesman, Piccadilly Theatre
It’s the play you know with added, if implicit, racial commentary. Does it work? Well if you read on I’ll tell you!
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