Death has a hundred hands. And walks by a thousand ways. “Suicide by Cop” is a twenty-first century concept drip-fed to us through the news and tv and film so its interesting to discover, here in T.S. Eliot’s poetic masterpiece, that we have Martyrdom by Knight. Becket knew he was going to die, he wanted…
This was my first time at the new Union Theatre having been entranced over the years by the charmingly quaint, dark, dusty, musty railway arch over the road that seemed to have a kind of subliminal sign saying You Are Now Entering Hades – though the quality of theatre there was always of the highest…
You climb Everest because it’s there. You trek to the South Pole to pit yourself against the daunting challenge of nature. And you wedge yourself into a barrel and allow yourself to be swept over Niagara Falls because… well I’m not really sure. It’s brave – probably; it’s daring – indubitably; it’s heroic – arguably;…
The thing about metatheatre – and Wife is metatheatre writ large – is that it can easily become a bit of a Luvvie-in where cast and creatives are playing not just to the gallery but to the dress circle, the stalls, the dressing rooms and the stage door to boot. The danger in this is…
Ever been taken for a ride? I mean a ride in a rickety old brake (carriage), with a set of wonderful eclectic characters, down gentle English country lanes, in a lost-forever time (early last century) with bosses and workers and artists and would-be politicians and a works outing (beano) with a once-a-year pub crawl? Sounds…
It’s an end of the pier show. Moira-Bridget teeters on the edge, contemplating the swirly brine below, determined to put an end to her depression by jumping in and letting it all wash over her. Margaret, her mother, resplendent in pink jim-jams and pound shop quilted dressing gown, stands back along the pier trying to…
Don’t go to this play… unless you want to get poked in the eye, slapped round the head, smacked in the gob and kneed in the crotch: but if you’re brave enough and hard enough then this show is definitely for you. I’m talking metaphorically of course but Naked Frank Theatre delivers a hard-hitting, provocative…
The Lounge at the Leicester Square Theatre is a warm, intimate studio space with comfortable individual seats and its own bar snuck away in the corner. With the rain lashing the Square it’s a welcome retreat and, suitably accompanied by a glass of Rosé, one can settle down to be theatrically indulged. Mirrors is a…
Grunwick, 1976-1978 – pickets: small pickets, large pickets, mass pickets, flying pickets. Police brutality. Yes, Grunwick was an industrial dispute on an industrial scale. So how do you successfully tell the tale of this momentous event – the strike went on for nearly a hundred weeks – with all the mass meetings, and the crowds…