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.
W.H Auden and Christopher Isherwood’s classic play couldn’t be more potent on the road to Brexit.
You’d be mad not to see Mad as Hell.