On paper The Suicide should be flawless. Attacking the bloodthirsty social media followers and their see-through empathy, the National would have hit it with th...
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...
The one complaint I can make about Matilda is that the songs are so darn catchy that I had to put up with weird looks on the tube home as I hummed along. Suffic...
I can’t recall as perfect a night in the theatre as the one we spent in the Courtyard last night. We were as transfixed as the little girl in front of us, altho...