Review: Hall, Hornsey Town Hall

Written for Culture Wars Looming over you, Hornsey Town Hall pierces a dark and gloomy dusk sky. For the most part its windows are unlit. Fr...

Theatre's Presumptions

Given that I got up at a ridiculous hour this morning to rejig this piece for the Guardian, I thought I post the new version here for those...

Review: The Spanish Tragedy, Arcola Theatre

Written for Time Out An eye for an eye may make the whole world blind, but fuzziness of vision is not an affliction suffered by director Mit...

Review: Rust, Pleasance Theatre

Written for Culture Wars A silhouetted pipeline projectile vomits waste into the sea. Ships and submarines are coated in a layer of their ow...

Liveness: On Vanity and In Vain

As you might have noticed, I’ve been thinking a lot about liveness of late. You might also have spotted that I attach a great deal of impor...

Review: They Only Come At Night: Visions, Barbican Centre

Written for Culture Wars Horror is a funny genre. In order to succeed – that is, to afright – it must almost transcend its chosen medium. It...

Review: Made In Russia, Chelsea Theatre

Written for Culture Wars This is it. Tonight, from the modest stage of the Chelsea Theatre, Andrei Andrianov and Oleg Soulimenko will smash ...