Swaddled in a shapeless grey garment like a homeless woman, Clare Higgins’s Phaedra shuffles onto the stage. Her colourless face is as grim as a gravestone, and her mouth looks like a gash...
Charles Baudelaire was a big-pimpin’ lyricist of nineteenth-century Paris, dropping couplets while hustlin’ hoes – a Snoop Froggy Frogg, if you will.This being a man of...
This lupine lunacy, based on the illustrated story by Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean, is dangerously close to that naffest of genres – the children’s musical. Occasionally it manages to...
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