“I wuv you” murmured a girl on the dance floor as she collapsed into a boy’s arms.
There are various ways you can sell your comedy show in the Fringe programme.
It’s what a performer does in adversity which really shows their true colours.
Daarrling you simply must see A Dirty Martini.
There is surely a rich vein of theatre in exploring why people choose, despite advice, to stay in dangerous areas affected by major natural disasters.
I have faint memories of being taken to a children’s dance and movement class when I was about two.
When a group came into his show mistaking it for the one on next door, Matt Panesh, aka Money Poet, didn’t bat an eyelid.
Sometimes your dreams coming true can be the very worst thing that could happen to you.
Euripides’ The Bacchae.
A family gathers together to stage an intervention for an alcoholic son.
Deep in the cellars of the Café Voltaire a science experiment is taking place.
Linda Marlowe’s one-woman shows have become something of a fixture at the Fringe.
A play about the search for elusive maths formulas sounds about as exciting as handing out flyers at midnight in the pouring rain.
I imagine as a children’s performer you’re probably prepared for a great deal.
Imagine a story with two puppets struggling for consciousness, a sinister East-End Orator, and an arty pinch of German Expressionism and what do you have? A modern fairytale that a…
There are some plays where one longs to discover what happened after the final curtain fell and others where things seem quite satisfactorily resolved.
Jay Sodagar came on stage apologising.
Start a play with the dulcet tones of Jeremy Kyle castigating some hapless father and you’re making a statement: this play will be unlike the home life of our dear Queen.
When at least half the audience refuse to clap at the end of a comedy show and then gather in groups outside to discuss how they hated it you can say one of two things about the sh…
As far as I’m aware the Fringe brand, although complete this year with a Cyclops yellow cat wearing a pork-pie hat, has no theme song.
It will come as no surprise that this is a controversial play.
Ideally Edgar Allan Poe’s works should be read in the dead of night, in an armchair by a crackling fire with the slow tap of wintry branches against the window.
It’s an intriguing concept, though not a new one: if you could write a letter to your future self what would you want to tell them? Henry Raby, poet and performer, uses the idea …
Chris Henry would be the first person to admit that the words “we need to talk” do not inspire confidence.
No one could accuse St Andrews Mermaids for lack of ambition.
Clues that Comedian Dies In The Middle of Joke would not be a typical show appeared early.
“Has anyone been watching the Olympics?” called out story tellers Macastory at the beginning of the show.
This is Macbeth as you’ve never seen it before, through the eyes of Lady Macbeth’s surprisingly up-beat lady-in-waiting (de Bruijn).