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.
You say you want a revolution, huh? Well the Vault Festival has just the thing.
On Wednesday The Bridge Theatre’s PR company (who shall remain nameless because we all have sent embarrassing emails in a professional
I decided to compile a quick look at the best theatre of the year, though I failed to see anything