Oscar Wilde's novella adapted for the stage by his own grandson.
Brendan Cowell's latest play is full of stylistic tics and wilful weirdness.
A post-apocalyptic disappointment.
An rare example of silence playing a key role in a play.
A play that appals and delights in equal measure
We've got a confession to make: one of the reasons we went to see <a href="http://www.endoftherainbowlondon.com/">End of the Rainbow</a> at the Trafalgar Studios last night was the promise of hearing some incredible songs sung live, rather than listening to recordings. We weren't disappointed. But what a shame the script failed to live up to the singing.
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