A curiously intrusive structure gets in the way of the extraordinary, one-off comic genius that was Spike Milligan in an affectionate tribute from Chris Larner and Jeremy Stockwell.
Great to see a comedy set amongst the dodgy types who frequent a 70s Brighton brilliantly conjured by set and costumes, but an overly episodic structure and predictable conclusion lets down what could be a super show.
Guillem Clua's new play is a serious examination of how love finds expression differently, beautifully translated and acted with great sensitivity - a thought-provoking and ultimately uplifting production.
Moormaid takes on a contemporary issue - the return to Europe of young men who fought in Syria - but fails to build characters in whom we can believe despite some fine acting.
The Golden F**king Years is a beautifully observed and acted farce that finds plenty of comedy in the tedium of ageing and the sudden opportunity of a bit of excitement - and the consequences that inevitably follow.
A play and accompanying exhibition about a renowned Indian singer, the eponymous Gauhar Jaan, and 'an incident' that gained infamy across India in the early 20th century.
Amongst the explosion of interest in Jean-Michel Basquiat, Sara Driver's film locates his emerging genius in a beautifully rendered time and place - late 70s New York City.
A powerful, perhaps even necessary, play that doesn't always succeed dramatically but can be forgiven for the boldness of its narrative and unflinching take on a divided city in a divided nation.
A sensational Bernadette Robinson brings five 'nobodies' and five superstars to life in a series of monologues with music that explore human fallibility with wit and wisdom to spare.
A splendid production that shifts the action from Chekhov's original short story into 1920s Britain to add layers of meaning and depth to both the themes and characters - fringe theatre at its best.
Phil Willmott's The Cherry Orchard picks up Chekhov's action and moves it forward a decade or so to 1917, when the balance of power in Russia was tilted rather differently.