Jimmy Stewart, that handsome Hitchcockian everyman, is a Martian. At least, that’s what Tassos Stevens would have us believe in this intrigu...
Written for Time Out Richard and Anthea are one of Alan Ayckbourn's quintessential perfect couples; so bloody lovable that they would lo...
Written for Time Out There's no telling when and where the panto gods will descend. When they do, however, the effect is as dizzying as ...
Written for Whatsonstage Short of natural disaster or nuclear holocaust, nothing can derail Michael Frayn’s masterclass in farce. Noises Off...
Written for Time Out Though it's about as surprising as the satsuma at the bottom of your stocking, Simon Callow's spoken-word rendi...
Written for Whatsonstage Metaphorical resonance threatens to drown out narrative in Joe Penhall’s three-hander. Ostensibly a family play wit...
Written for Whatsonstage A heist movie that trips into farce, The Ladykillers is a patchwork narrative. Originally a 1955 Ealing comedy sta...
Written for Culture Wars The death scene up for consideration in this reflective spine-tingler from Analogue is your own. At least, it is on...
Written for Time Out ''Ere Mum,' squawks 18-year-old cockney Sam, 'You seen this 'ere Spanish Civil War in this 'ere...
Written for Culture Wars In Britain, we tend to take our Shakespeare as it comes. Directors that dare draw out – or worse, impose – particul...
For a winter vacation of sorts, Dominic Cooke has skipped from his Sloane Square office to the biggest stage on the South Bank. Presumably, ...
Written for Culture Wars Asha was born in a cubicle in a ladies loo at Kings Cross station at 17.13 on the 2nd July 1989. Her twenty-one yea...
