Although the wordy speeches in The Female of the Species occasionally veer into intellectual spin and overcooked dramatic effects, the auditorium was generally alive with laughter.
The Edinburgh Fringe is a safe space where the loss of a grand or two equals a successful show and your career isn't necessarily on the line if your idea doesn't quite come off.
Her Naked Skin is a bit like its heroine: courageous, demanding, articulate, divided, unpredictable and - despite good intentions - ultimately alienating.
It’s a production without concept, in which the actors feverishly juggling words, words, words keep revealing brilliant new facets of a familiar text, then tossing them away with spendthrift unconcern.
After spending the majority of my time in C Venues and the Underbelly – most of whose theatre spaces are fairly makeshift – stepping into the Traverse feels a bit like warping back to Theatreland. Unlike C, it’s a purpose-built … Continued
It might sound surprising to hear the visionary filmmaker and multi-media artist Peter Greenaway claiming the death of cinema, given that he is working on three new films to be shot next year, and that his last work Nightwatching (2007) … Continued
In 21 years the closest I’ve come to experiencing physical theatre is A Level Theatre Studies and a few ill-informed cracks about interpretive dance. Where better to overcome my ignorance than the Fringe? I mentioned in Part 3 that The … Continued
In Part 2 I criticised Belt Up‘s Women of Troy for promising more than it offered. This was before I realised that Women of Troy is part of something much bigger. C Venues have handed Belt Up the keys to … Continued
In The Elephant’s Child and Just So from Metta Theatre, a company of eight present a series of semi-improvised animal fables, followed by a puppet-opera explaining the origin of the pachyderm’s proboscis. Some of the stories are underpinned by music, … Continued