4.0
Review: Flight Paths, Extant Theatre
From my East London living room I can hear the usual city sounds, cars, sirens, dog owners not picking up their dog’s poo. But then, thankfully, I put on my he...
Aya Nakamura
4.0
Review: The Depraved Appetite of Tarrare the Freak, Wilton’s Music Hall
“I don’t have dreams – I just want to be full,” the puppet sings, turning his pleading, extraordinarily expressive eyes towards the audience. He is Tarrare, “Th...