
It’s hard to imagine leaving a theatre show about a boy whose mum is suicidal with cheeks sore from smiling, but the after-effects of seeing Every Brilliant Thing are anything but expected.

Billed as “the superhero origin story of Shakespeare’s Henry V”, this is a production filled with confident zeal but sadly doomed to fail as spectacularly as the French defeat at Agincourt.

La Gaia Scienza. The Gay Science. Die Fröhliche Wissenschaft. Not many musical ensembles have, as far as I know named themselves after a book by Nietzsche. (Though why not? The Beyond Good and Evil wind quintet from Helsinki, perhaps…)

Three decades of immersion in the particular performance idioms of the early 17th century have given them an authenticity which sounds completely natural, indeed which convinces from the very outset that this is the only way that Monteverdi’s music can reveal all of its riches.

A single man stopping a fleet of armoured vehicles is an inspiring image, one that has ignited the imagination of playwright Lucy Kirkwood. Not a masked avenger, yet he is still a mystery man, standing up against military might.

Matilda is the kind of cult classic you don’t want to botch. It’s a novel that’s dear to many reader’s hearts (my own included), so the stakes are high.

There are some beautiful young spirits in this cast, who attack each song with unbridled energy and enthusiasm. Their ability to hold both pitch and focus throughout a very warm performance was commendable.