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?
Louisa Keight’s Jinkies is a one woman sketch show which is so good and remarkably varied that it suggests that
I knew nothing about Archie Henderson before I saw him tonight and I have to confess that when I entered
Every generation has to fight the same battles, said Tony Benn. And so it proves in Jack Thorne’s new play.
From the tainted rear view mirror of middle age, it’s tempting to sneer at Mollie Semple’s one-woman show; a Fleabag
The First Modern Man is a great evening in stimulating company.