A hymn to the labors of sisterhood and the collective efforts of love, The Swarm sits somewhere between a choral concert with physical movement sequences, and a bare stage modern opera without a story but a clear emotional ark.
*Originally published by A Younger Theatre* School Play, by Alex Mackeith, is at its best when the dialogue […]
A farce on animal rights activists and cannabis set on a frog farm, Raising Martha lacks the through line to bring its grand themes together with the slapstick comedy. Features murderous human sized frogs and a Jeremy Corbyn look-a-like weed grower.
This short play feels fleeting in the way it handles a damaging relationship. But there’s something in its theme of salvation that I particularly enjoyed.
Ruth Wilson is electric in this sexy and witty version of Hedda Gabler at the National Theatre. But the anachronisms and some odd staging choices let the production down.
The audience at Shoreditch Town Hall were in stitches and I’m pretty certain this is the funniest Shakespearean show you’ll see anytime soon.
I leave the auditorium feeling undecided about all of the characters. Who I like, who I dislike, why. I think in the end that’s what is really interesting about this magnificent magnifying glass onto fractious family life, that no character is good or right or easy to understand.
I’ll hesitate to say that, in the first moments of Sleepless, I misjudged the capability of the enthralling company and the mysteries they have to tell us.
We are transposed, in spoken word at least, to an urban jungle where each animal from the original story becomes a unique form of dance or movement.
There were humorous one liners and the beginning was very touching but Turf spun too far away into the ridiculous to be particularly entertaining.