If the devil’s in the detail, David Hare’s old polemic against Rail Privatisation is a satanic ejaculation.
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.
A real tragedy about an attractive 21 year-old woman who laments not finding a life partner and is ready to embrace spinsterhood.
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.