This show is cold and unyielding even when subjected to the fire of performance.
The Festival of Death and Dying is not just a festival – it is a tender, artist-led act of remembering, and a deeply human invitation to witness ourselves, one another, and the stories that insist on being carried forward.
Festooned with verbal foliage that has not desiccated over eight decades, Noel Coward’s Present Laughter is a present of much needed laughter leading up to the silly season.
Apparently, hens like having their ovaries tickled. Bill, a baby boomer hobby farmer preoccupied with raising chickens saw it on You Tube. You gotta egg them on to egg them on.
So Young see-saws its crisp eighty minutes of furious conversation and indignant argument with strenuous subtlety
Air conditioning is the culprit both on and off the stage in Griffin’s production of Ang Collins’ Naturism.
Initial inertia blazes into an exuberant crazy kamikaze cabaret, a loose rendering and deconstruction of Hans Christian Andersen’s so called fairy tale.