
Skew the snobs and prick the pretentious is Moliere's mission in Les Femmes Savantes and the great playwright could not have found a better “massager of the message” than Justin Fleming's gorgeous adaptation, The Literati.

In the dark you can envisage your companions as a table of poets and artists waving thick smoke from their eyes as they get distracted by the flash of a beautiful thigh.

In this big, bold, inventive and innovative production of The Taming of the Shrew, license has been taken with Will’s quill, with Shakespeare’s Shrew shaken into a sea shanty, a silent film melodrama, and a silly arse farce, but the dizzying discipline on show from the entire ensemble keeps the engine of the narrative and plot at full steam.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is an evergreen favourite for those who enjoy crackling wordplay and stinging absurdist irony, shot through with accessible philosophical musings and a heavy dose of archly self-aware humour about the nature of theatre and actors.

As the lights go down and The Umbilical Brothers leap out onto the stage for Speedmouse their nonstop barrage on our funny bones reiterates: timing is everything.

Black Jesus is a powerful piece of theatre that explores post-independent Zimbabwe and the personal and political aftermath of a so called revolution.

Ben Elton has crafted a story of immense silliness and camp cliché that somehow works perfectly with the hard driving yet fey rock style of the inimitable Freddie Mercury. It’s not gonna change the world but it’s a hell of a fun night out.