Alexander Cohen - Page 2

Jordan Fein understands that Fiddler on the Roof is more than just Jews and jazz hands. For him, it’s as much a Greek tragedy that cuts to the heart of the human condition as much as it is a piece of summer escapism. Philip Roth infamously derided it as 'shtetl kitsch’. He might have retracted his comment if he saw Fein’s psychologically streamlined production, now proudly revived and armed with thirteen Olivier nominations.

Imelda Staunton leads a blistering revival

Lindsay Posner’s austere production is almost obsequiously faithful to the text

Other eat-the-rich satires that have sharper teeth and larger appetites.

** 'One for the Simone de Beauvoir fans'

How will the Fringe hit land in London?

Elerian's brand of maximalist metatheatre greedily hogs the limelight, a crusade to deconstruct Rhinoceros within an inch of its life.

Ryan Calais Cameron’s tight knit three-hander cuts deeper than a meditation on money or morality.

“Sieged land besieges you” Gazan mother Mariam confides in us in A Knock On the Roof. Her strained humanity is splayed front and centre of Khawla Ibraheem’s psychologically wrenching one woman show.

Cycles of fractured motherhood spin and splinter across generations in Anna Mackmin’s new play. But even with polyphonic performances from veteran thesps Tamsin Grieg and Celia Imre, both at the top of their game, this bittersweet melodrama doesn’t hit as hard as it could.

With a dream-like blend of tender poetry and pulsating humanity Chris Bush has established herself as one of the UK’s most erudite and important writers.

Ozempic can make anyone beautiful and AI will outthink us all. What is left for the human race? That’s the question that’s unravelled in More Life

Mark-Anthony Turnage has a provocative habit of turning unconventional narratives into opera

Critics raved about its initial run at the Almedia last year. Can it make the leap from intimate space to grand West End playhouse?

So why is Daniel Fish’s Elektra such a droning dud?

​​​​​​​It’s difficult to imagine anyone watching Oedipus without having prior knowledge of the story’s brutal twist - especially the case given that a rival production of the same play has just closed in the West End to critical acclaim.