Edinburgh Festivals 2015: theatre reviews

This review is from the Southbank Centre in London. Evita Too transfers to the Edinburgh Fringe in 2026. ‘What does a woman have to do to be remembered?’ ask Sh!t Theatre, the duo stood naked on the yawning, pink-draped stage of the Southbank Centre’s Purcell Room. It’s a good question. Rollerskate in said state of undress while a video of Andrew Lloyd Webber DJing Phantom of the Opera plays? Travel to Argentina, then Spain, in an attempt to track down a living historical figure they’ve become obsessed with? Write a musical about this woman that leads to a lightly threatening (and extremely passive aggressive) email from Lloyd Webber’s legal team? It’s something theatremakers Rebecca Biscuit and Louise Mothersole have been thinking a lot about since they became interested in Isabel Perón, the second wife of Argentinian president Juan Perón. Of course, as their earlier project DollyWould proved, a play about a prominent woman is more than a simple biopic when done by Sh!t Theatre. That show explored the inevitability of death by way of Dolly Parton; here, under Ursula Martinez’s direction, they wrestle with legacy, memory, grief, having (and not having) children, and even democracy. The result is a predictably anarchic production, one rife with levity and remarkable profundity. While most audience members won’t have heard of Isabel – I certainly hadn’t – we know of Juan’s first wife, Eva, remembered in life, history, and Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice’s musical as Evita. Evita...

This review is from Soho Theatre Walthamstow in 2025. Bog Witch transfers to the Edinburgh Fring in August 2026. Bryony Kimmings has one heck of a fanbase: some big comedy names have played the 1,000-seater Soho Theatre Walthamstow since it opened in May, but none of them have mounted a two-and-a-half week run, as Kimmings has with new show Bog Witch. Still, if you’re unfamiliar with her, it wouldn’t be a shock: she hasn’t done a stage show in seven years, and she is ultimately a performance artist (whose only full-on mainstream achievement to date is co-writing seasonal Britflick Last Christmas).  Press-night audiences aren’t representative, of course, but unless Bog Witch is dead the rest of the run, the fans are real. And deserved. Last decade she was an enchanting, amusing and provocative regular presence on our stages, with a run of funny, inventive, deeply personal and visually arresting shows beginning with her breakthrough Sex Idiot (about her efforts to trace which former partner gave her chlamydia) through to I’m a Phoenix, Bitch (a mini-musical about post-natal depression). Bog Witch is quintessential Kimmings, using funny songs, fun costumes and unfiltered, matey honesty to describe the latest chapter in her life: living off grid after falling for Will, an eco-warrior. That said, Bog Witch is disarming in being more diaristic than narrowly focussed on the headline topic. As illustrated by Will Duke’s beautiful shadow puppet-like projections, it’s really about...