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Theatre I Enjoyed In February 2017

I managed to go see a lot more theatre in February than I had in January, which is great! Some of it was better than other bits, but I quite like going to theatre that I don’t enjoy (if only because it’s important to be able to see good things in art that I don’t like) and I’m pleased I saw every one of these! 873 more words


Twelfth Night, National Theatre

Suffused with grief and unrequited love, Twelfth Night is often played as an anti-comedy – more melancholy than mirthful. Not so in Simon Godwin’s brash, gender-bending, utterly joyful rendering, which takes loss as a cue to embrace life. 6 more words


A Place for Plays

On Sunday 30 October, the Association of British Theatre Technicians held a symposium to mark the 40th anniversary of the opening of the National Theatre. There were dozens of short presentations, moving from fascinating details of the design process for the National’s building and technical set up 40 years ago, to ideas about future and ideal spaces and new ways of working. 427 more words

Shows Opening: 20th - 26th February 2017

Here’s a guide to some of the best shows opening in London this week… 

The Wild Party, The Other Palaceofficially opening the newly named The Other Palace, Drew McOnie directs and choreographs this new production based on Joseph Moncure March’s poem. 417 more words

Hedda and Matilda: which is best?

Quite a contrast.  Friday evening Hedda Gabler with the amazing Ruth Wilson at the National Theatre; Sunday matinée at Matilda the Musical with my nieces.  Hedda won the day for me.  147 more words


Last Septembers: Ibsen in Lisbon

In the introduction to her collection of essays On Photography, Susan Sontag wrote that photographs “are a grammar and, even more importantly, an ethics of seeing.” Like the photographer, the theatre director must task themselves with bringing us round to a certain “ethics of seeing”: a slice of dramatic life as they know it. 1,390 more words

Susan Sontag


“I feel ill”.

The first words out of my mouth after the screening. “My body hurts”, cries Mozart, exhausted from poverty and his misfortune. My body, and potentially the entire audience, too, hurt from watching a tragic demise played so beautifully. 412 more words