The nights are drawing in and as the evenings get colder I find myself wondering what theatre will dominate the
Velvet invites you to take a trip down the River Weinstein with a young wannabe. No leaving the boat!
If the devil’s in the detail, David Hare’s old polemic against Rail Privatisation is a satanic ejaculation.
It’s a gig! It’s a one-woman show! It’s the past repackaged as theatre! It’s…problematic?
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.
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.