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.
If an usher has to wake someone up in the front row and direct them to watch the play, that’s a bad sign, right?
The years have been kind to H.J. Byron’s witty farce, now playing at the Finborough Theatre.
Private Dicks are out and Private Vaginas in, in Double Infemnity.