I haven’t really followed Let It Shine, as much as I admire Barlow’s move into hot dad from the man
Toby Boutall’s story of repressed male emotion is ironically stifled by its inability to speak truth to its audience.
Naked Man. Naked Britain? Adam Scott-Rowley’s one man League of Extraordinary Genitals takes a stripped back view. Ed got an eye full.
Robyn Paterson’s one-woman show is a touching story about a pensionable South African couple with contrasting visions of the future.
Julian Fellowes has defended the all-white casting on Half a Sixpence by stating “It is in keeping with period”. Whilst
Kane Power’s one-man show looks at his mother’s bipolar disorder and the pathology of his pain. It’s an illuminating evening.
Jolie Booth’s one-woman show attempts to tell two stories – her own and that of a dead woman. But is either true?
I am both repulsed and fascinated by the concept of immersive theatre in equal measure. On one hand, I like
It’s a warm evening in September and I am watching one of my closest friends give his wife (also a