Yet the Man remains isolated, even in the modern world where, through the magic of social media, even the most hateful, morally and emotionally vacant piece of shit can find kindred spirits.
With its human sympathy, touchingly honest portrait of a romance, and sparkling wit, The Tailor-Made Man is a wonder. Mitchell Hunt as Billy Haines is bold and impossible not to love; and Tom Berkeley as the long-suffering Jimmie feels sufficiently fragile without being too distraught.
Dear Home Office: Still Pending gives a real window into the bureaucratic monstrosities inflicted on asylum seekers in this country
If you really desperately want to see A Woman of No Importance, I have no doubt that this production will satisfy you. If all you’re after is a play, however, I wouldn’t bother.
Much like Gilgamesh crossing back from the waters of death, you will leave this play disappointed, unfulfilled, and ready to die.
Forget Hamlet, in my view to play the Creature must be one of the most challenging roles in theatre…. The writer was a lot more interested in the scandalous and tragic lives of the Godwin sisters and their poet lovers than in the story of Frankenstein.
Boudica is so very close to being an excellent revenge tragedy. But it hasn’t the courage of its convictions, and ends up being more like a weak episode of Game of Thrones.