Exactly what theatre was made for.
A joyous mouthful of whimsical candy floss.
The book-turned-film-turned-musical is anything but a stale tale.
These nine Femmes of Colour are on a mission.
An intensely languid but problematic late Williams.
No theatre tickets? No problem.
A hypnotic feat of muscular contortion.
As much personality as an insurance brokers’ annual conference.
This freewheeling take on the original drags it into the 21st century.
Even that technicolor coat struggles to shift attention from Sheridan Smith.
Quite simply, a joy.
1990s romance novel comes to the stage.
Rammed with LOLs.
Bewildering fun.
A look back in unfocused anger.
20 short scenes create a disturbing portrait of European unity under threat.
Director Matthew Warchus adds his own twist.
Tackling difficult questions.
Avatar-themed show is a half-baked effort.
Better in prospect than practice.
Dylan Coburn Gray’s writing is fluid as the Liffey.
A Russian classic in Russian.
Manipulative movie moguls in the spotlight.
Some incredible vocal performances here.
Londonist
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