Like many people of younger generations, I first became aware of Arthur Miller’s 1953 play, The Crucible, when I studied it for GCSE drama. Getting a group of ...
“I always love it when you hear a siren go by” says father-to-be Kurt as he lies in bed with his pregnant wife, “You always think, ‘it’s not me’”. Yet in this p...
Hampstead Theatre's proscenium is so neat that its stage looks like a television screen: stark, claustrophobic and coaxing. Even more so when that stage is tran...
I’ve been going to the National Theatre for as long as I can remember and I have fought to be there. As a student I would sprint from the closing of the doors a...
It certainly seems to be the season of the Irish playwright. And as The Cripple of Inishmaan crash lands at the Noel Coward Theatr, down the road at the Don...