A young woman sits on the floor in a bright upper room in the Arthur Conan Doyle Centre, a large rucksack with a sleeping roll dumped by her side.
It’s said that people remember exactly where they were on the day of certain major global events, such as the Kennedy assassination, Diana’s car crash, or (possibly) Thatcher…
The expression ‘it’s a crime’ is too often used when, perhaps, ‘it’s a disgrace’ would suffice.
The Old Testament story of King David is quite a romp.
Night School is an odd ‘show’ that seems to hover somewhere between an entertaining lecture and a TED talk.
A sturdy wooden climbing frame stands centre stage and sitting on the swing is Laurel, who tells us that she married the first love of her life, whom she met when she was fifteen.
There are not many shows that greet the audience with instructions on where to find the frozen food section, or an officious security guard checking bags for explosives.
On the day that the Edinburgh weather turned from sunshine and showers to rough, autumnal wind, an ambitious project arrived at Summerhall.
It’s a cheering sight when a long queue forms outside a venue for a group’s first performance and the cheer from the audience that greeted Chacapella showed that they clearly h…
In a New York apartment with half-filled boxes scattered around her, a young woman is surprised by a buzz at the door.
There are four productions of Simon Stephen’s Punk Rock being performed at the Fringe this year and ArtsOne Drama School is the first to wade into its murky world of teenage an…
A powerful tale of resilience and overcoming great obstacles, this production has battled through in the spirit of its eponymous character.
A play about the horrors of homophobia is never going to be an easy ride, especially with the Russian Winter Olympics in recent history, not to mention Uganda’s latest homophobic…
Described as a comedy in two solo acts, Driving with the Parking Brake Up was in fact two plays, not one.
With long words, complex riddles and general nonsense, the stories of Alice’s various adventures might not seem best suited to children.
There is nothing visibly unusual about teenager Evan, who kicks off his opening monologue with the line, “My problem is this.
In a deserted bar in a dusty town somewhere in the Australian outback, a barman prepares himself for the drudgery of a long day.
There is a single chair on stage, opening music plays and a phone rings.
If The Vagina Monologues was all about empowering women and reclaiming the C-word, it is fair to say that The Tarzan Monologues is the antithesis.
It’s tempting to say that Lear’s Daughters feels like two different plays.