Review: The Poof Downstairs, BAC Burst Festival

Written for Culture Wars John Haynes is apologising. Sadly, thanks to family commitments, his fellow performer Charles N.I. Middleton has ha...

Review: Watch Me Fall, BAC Burst Festival

Written for Culture Wars In miniaturizing the super-size, Action Hero present a very British perspective on American culture. Just as A Wes...

On Cavemen (or The Billington in Me)

Recently, as a result of my day job, I’ve been watching theatre with fresh eyes. Perhaps ‘fresh’ is the wrong word. Blinkered, maybe. Or gla...

Review: The Bagwell in Me, BAC Burst Festival

Written for Culture Wars It turns out that if there is another way, nobody told Ann Liv Young. On the basis of her showings at Burst, one c...

Review: Home of the Wriggler, BAC Burst Festival

Written for Culture Wars Its component parts exploded and dissected like an Airfix diagram, an image of a machine – perhaps an engine – loo...

Review: Solo, BAC Burst Festival

Written for Culture Wars So post-feminist is Ann Liv Young’s Solo that you can’t actually tell whether it sides with or against feminism. Ce...

Review: Monsters, Arcola Theatre

The surveillance footage is seared into our public consciousness: three uneven figures, hand in hand, walking in grainy stop-motion along an...

Review: England, Whitechapel Gallery

Written for Whats On Stage Fittingly enough, in another chamber of the recently refurbished Whitechapel Gallery, Bloomberg happen to be host...

Piecemeal Praise

There's a new post over at the Guardian blog here in praise of theatre that seeks something other than polished perfection in relation ...