Witchcraft is definitely not for the linguistically faint-hearted, nor for those who can't handle a few clunking plot-devices.
The upstairs room of the George Tavern is one of those places you read about in books when you were a kid...
The Midnight Matinee is a scratch night that kicks off at midnight and promises a mixed bill of new work, work-in-progress and general experiment.
None of these minor points can detract from the outstanding quality of this production of Under Milk Wood. On the whole, it just felt right.
My Name is Rachel Corrie is currently in a new production in Sydney, Australia (read the review here). The play was co-written by Alan Rickman and Katherine Viner based on material from Rachel Corrie’s diary.
Somewhere in all this, there’s a neat, touching, melancholy little musical, about shifting from the black notes to the white, and believing in the possibility of happy endings, despite experience.
If Spring Awakening were a painting, it would resemble the works of German Expressionists such as Emil Nolde or Ernst Ludwig Kirchner.
The Last Days of Judas Iscariot could make a good TV sitcom, but it fails to rise to the interpersonal demands of the stage.
Comedy doesn’t have to be racist, sexist, rude or political to get a reaction. It can simply be gentle, observational, harmless fun and can get just as many laughs, be just as hilarious.
The Cows Come Home is an enigmatic experience that resonates in some place deeper and stranger than the intellect.