Visually striking but narratively unconvincing.
Guilt, secrets and traumatic events.
In vitro, veritas
Tickets will be hotter than a priest commanding you to 'kneel'.
Kelsey Grammer is left with nothing but bluster, clumsy physical comedy and flat aphorisms.
Psychosexual game-playing with a savagely primal edge.
A slice of life set to the music of the eighties is hard to resist.
Home. Truths.
Fighting a demonised perception.
Tits, tunes and tears.
They're messing with the wrong play here.
Money talks - to the detriment of the production.
A classy and sombre outing for Britten's opera.
With drinks strong enough to entice even the shyest audience members to discover their theatrical side.
Josie Rourke’s swansong makes for an unconventional production.
Subjunctives and everything. Masterly.
Anton Chekhov’s classic tragicomedy is given a fresh approach
Three interwoven monologues.
Including a very human VR experience.
Well worth signing up for a dance with this devil
Like toast itself, it’s comfort eating but not quite sustenance enough for an entire evening.
Intense, haunting and haunted.
Tony Benn's diaries translated into a one-act monologue.
Gender imbalance is addressed in this follow-up to 2016's She Said.
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