Is it serendipity or a testament to good writing? A day after the government mandate two thousand prisoners to enjoy an early release a new production of Our Country’s Good premieres: a play about deported British convicts forging a new life in newly colonised Australia couldn’t be timelier.
Heavily reliant on strong vocals
It only premiered last October, but Death of England: Closing Time, the final chapter in Roy Williams and Clint Dyer’s state of the nation triptych, not only retains its spine-frosting freshness, but feels more dangerous than ever.
What is there to be said about the West–Eastern Divan Orchestra that hasn’t already been said? For twenty-five years it has united Arab and Israeli musicians under the baton of Jewish co-founder Daniel Barenboim (late Palestinian Critical Theorist Edward Said is the other co-founder); their decl
Some actors can play a role.
The guns fire loud and sonorous for the opening salvos of Clint Dyer and Roy Williams’s Death of England trilogy.
When food takes centre stage, it is usually as a conduit for humanity.
The lights flash on, a writer stumbles into his scantly decorated flat.
For a play that wears controversy as a badge of honour the last thing I expected to feel was slightly bored
Few directors are as comfortable helming a sparkly winter panto as they are a psychologically gruelling Sarah Kane play.
It takes its time to warm up.
Is this one mnemonic to forget?
Persevere with its mercilessness and you will be richly rewarded
Jude Christian's new production playfully inverts Shakespeare's misogyny
Katie Mitchell returns to the Royal Court with a curious but dense adaption of Maggie Nelson's poetry
Good writing doesn’t have to explode off the stage, but can gently lull you with buckets of charm and laser point focus.
Terry’s Richard is a hyper masculine misogynist grunting, lumbering, and bruising his way to the throne.
Theatre at it's most ruthlessly elusive.
Sparks fly in this plucky grime infused play, but it doesn't quite catch fire
An excellent cast are let down by self-obsessed direction.
.gif?width=300)
