J.B. Priestley’s old standard turns up unannounced in Bromley and withstands modern scrutiny with its timeless call for a compassionate society.
Lloyd Evans’ play gives voice to the once muzzled Mrs Blair. But does she have anything to say?
John Crowley’s play dies a slow and lingering death, much like…, well, you know.
Every generation has to fight the same battles, said Tony Benn. And so it proves in Jack Thorne’s new play.
From the tainted rear view mirror of middle age, it’s tempting to sneer at Mollie Semple’s one-woman show; a Fleabag
Nick Lane’s revisionist take on the Sign of Four differs from Conan Doyle without damaging him.
The First Modern Man is a great evening in stimulating company.
J.P Wooler’s Victorian comediettas still have something to say about male and female courtship, says Ed Whitfield.
Square Rounds at the Finborough Theatre is sheer poetry, says Ed Whitfield.