My appreciation for the acting in The Bastard Queen was matched by my strong distaste for the actual play.
Though not a play in the strictest sense, this showcase of extracts from the Playwriting MA at Edinburgh University offers a compelling insight into the program, via the portfoli…
A domestic drama in a literal sense, 30 Bird’s abstract piece circles themes of cultural identity, sex, politics… and who does the washing up.
The title of Reduced Shakespeare’s show is accurate to the point of pedantry.
This topical drama casts Scotland and England in the roles of bickering husband and wife, mediated by a third party functioning as both marriage therapist and collective child of B…
If a cabaret act is consciously, deliberately devoid of talent, does that excuse it from criticism? It seems reductive to point out that the mono-browed, pink-wigged Figs in Wigs…
I have never resented a show so much for the hour I lost in enduring it.
Jake and Ollie have gone underground.
A version of the musical first performed in the 1970s, Pippin has a certain campy charm.
Wester Hailes, a suburb of Edinburgh, is about as much of a potential tourist destination as the moon.
I shouldn’t blame the cast of this version excessively for how little I enjoyed Punk Rock: I should instead take it up with Simon Stephens.
If you like your musicals with an unhealthy dose of American cheese (from a can, naturally) set in a post-apocalyptic wilderness, then 1,000 Suns will set your world on fire.
Arriving at Hendrick’s Carnival of Knowledge early was a good decision, as there is plenty to observe even before the talk starts.
The premise is mildly interesting: a group of feral, amoral teenagers kill a classmate and attempt to cover up the murder through ever more elaborate schemes of deception.
Put simply, Claire Cunningham has with Ménage à Trois created a unique way of movement using her crutches.
The Secret Opera Society event at restaurant Centotre brings together music and cuisine in a stunning fusion of Italian culture with a strong Scottish sensibility and humour.
Geoffrey Chaucer is a tricky writer to read, let alone convey in a coherent dramatic narrative.
The lives of a group of strangers clash on the London Underground.
Tread The Boards theatre company’s retelling of Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale begins in World War II-era Britain, featuring Leontes as a military general with a stiff upper…
My ear for accents is pretty poor; I think that Dick Van Dyke does a passable Cockney.
For anyone following British theatre of the last two decades, Sarah Kane’s is a legacy which is impossible to avoid.
The relationship between child and father is creatively a well-trodden path, so kudos to Babakas for not only finding original angles to explore in their fact-meets-fabrication pro…
Chalk Farm is the first high-profile piece of theatre to consider the consequences of the riots and looting that ignited main cities in Britain last summer.
Baba Yaga is a character featuring in folk tales from most European cultural traditions; a grotesque old woman who eats children then retains their skulls for macabre light fitting…
The brief yet astonishing creative career of the ‘enfant terrible’ of French poetry, Arthur Rimbaud, is explored by Penn Dixie Productions’ frankly eye-opening production The…
ANTLER have created the story of a girl called Crab (Jasmine Woodcock-Stewart) who lives in a snowy wilderness with her brother Narwhal (Daniel Ainsworth), who one day leave the sa…
A bomb explodes in the British Embassy in Mumbai.
This tale of small island intrigue and memory, penned by Icelandic author Salka Gudmundsdottir, translated and brought to the stage by Scottish director Graeme Maley, transcends th…
The Babysitter, an original InDepth play written by Breman Rajkumar, is a very modern living-room drama, delicately mapping the peaks and troughs of drama in a dysfunctional yet si…
The Fringe is an incredible month for theatre but boy does it have some soulless venues.
I am still amused at the bravery (idiocy?) which compelled the thinking drinking duo to pull me out of the crowd to participate in their show, Broadway Baby lanyard clearly visible…
Early afternoon jazz runs the risk of coinciding with an early afternoon sugar crash; it’s possible that mellow blues might prove more soporific than scintillating.
I have never been to a show which opened with the distribution of Nairns Oatcakes and sachets of Quaker Oats porridge.
Continuous Growth is a saga spanning the lifetime of Scottish everyman Andy: from falling in love in Year 4; through university; an unnecessary shotgun wedding; economic boom and b…
Dead Posh’s production immediately struck on a winning note before the play had even begun, endearing themselves to hungry reviewers by providing Tunnocks teacakes and plastic cu…
Reviewing a play by Bertholt Brecht presents some immediate difficulties as, according to the author’s intentions, whether one enjoys the play means zilch, as he believed that th…
A Modern Town is a very 21st century fable of Newton Bassett, a tourist hotspot which has fallen on hard times, and its efforts to draw in visitors; a sink or swim initiative which…
A long-winded titled, but undeniably talented, the Beijing Students Golden Sail Art Troupe brought a splash of colour to a typically grey Edinburgh morning.
Angels had quite an esoteric plot from the word go.
The absurd and often hilarious What’s He Building In There? from STaG productions opens with a sawdust-spattered man lovingly caressing a chair, and only gets weirder after that.
This perma-tanned, white-toothed Glaswegian folk powerhouse produced an evening of (very few) songs, details of his exploits with various celebrities and other anecdotes from his l…
Translunar Paradise is a phenomenally creative show.
Cubicle Four is comprised of a trio of duologues set in the eponymous hospital cubicle.
Storyteller’s Club was the friendliest stand-up night I’ve ever been to.
At Gryphon Venues, instead of your humdrum paper ticket stub, you get a glittery poker chip.
Sam and Emma’s Mum has cancer.
An acronym of New Orleans, Louisiana, NOLA is a surprising theatre documentary following the devastating after effects of the BP oil spill crisis.
The ludicrously titled Titanic Sinks Titswilly had such an embarrassing moniker I felt compelled to whisper the name under my breath at the press office, trailing off at the end to…
You have to hand it to this motley crew of Ottawa teenagers - feminism is a tough topic to broach in youth theatre.
The ‘multimedia’ production of Faust/us, for a 40 minute show, has an oddly leisurely opening.
Despite the unwieldy mouthful of a title, Captain Ferguson’s School For Balloon Warfare turned out to a be a surprisingly simple, sweet tale of an affable American officer trying…
Female Gothic is a treat of a show for anyone as macabre-minded as myself; but then again I compulsively watch plane crash documentaries.
Something consistently excellent about Belt Up’s productions is their dedication to preserving the illusion.
Blisteringly funny, audacious, and moving, watching Scrawl’s Chapel Street (written by Luke Barnes) is akin to taking a shot of vodka, followed by a bottle to the face.
As an avid fan of old noir movies, crooked cops, and general hard-boiled quick witted cynicism, needless to say I was looking forward to this show.
In my experience of bluegrass, there is usually a lot of plaid and a smattering of Stetson hats among both band and audience.