The Wind Heaven is something of an old fashioned brain fart.
I found myself back in 2018 with access to a free ticket to Mamma Mia 2: Here We Go Again
Chemistry uses the wonderdrug of intimate performance to produce a great two-hander.
It’s the play you know with added, if implicit, racial commentary. Does it work? Well if you read on I’ll tell you!
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.