Spilt Milk Theatre is presenting three loosely connected short two-handers at Volupté as 'The Lonely Hearts Club'. You take a seat, order some dinner (if you like) and are...
As a rule I don’t like the music of over-hyped Belgian chansonnier Jacques Brel – as far as I’m concerned, ‘Brel’ rhymes with ‘hell’ and ‘Ne Me...
Viewed charitably, ‘The Wrong Sleep’ is an ambitious script that has a lot to work against in the Cock Tavern’s scantly resourced black box space. But Mary Mazzilli’s...
Rebecca Lenkiewicz’s new version of Ibsen’s drama is drippingly dispiriting. Rain trickles from the eaves of the Alving home, where a patriarch’s ghost refuses to lie down and...
The slab of unattributed text that is Sarah Kane’s final work has been described as ‘a 75-minute suicide note’. It less resembles a play than a slice of someone’s...
Caryl Churchill’s audacious portrait of a Romanian revolution hasn’t dated since it opened in 1990, months after the execution of Ceausescu. But so perfectly anchored is it in the...
The inquest into the shooting of the Brazilian electrician Jean Charles de Menezes lasted for ten weeks and returned an open verdict. Kieron Barry’s edited transcripts run 90 minutes...
How cheering Hanif Kureishi’s adaptation of his second novel should have been. Life is hard now but 1989 was worse: no fatwas currently plague famous Western writers and at least we’ve...
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