“Sex? Indubitably! Violence? No doubt!”: Ava Wong Davies writes a rhyming review of Jamie Lloyd’s souped up verse drama.
A glorious vision: Ava Wong Davies writes on the wintry magic of Sally Cookson’s Narnia story.
‘The plot has aged like milk’: Ava Wong Davies creates a mixtape review in response to the musical adaptation of Nick Hornby’s novel about an ‘insufferable music snob’.
A bloodless revolution: Ava Wong Davies writes on Mike Bartlett and Tinuke Craig’s underpowered take on Gorky’s political satire.
Ava Wong Davies writes on Tristan Fynn-Aiduenu’s production of Arinzé Kene’s play about teenagers on the cusp of adulthood, which ‘fizzes and froths like a half-drunk bottle of Coke’.
Teetering on the verge: Ava Wong Davies reviews Zawe Ashton’s poetic play exploring black women’s experiences of mental health issues.
“Heteronormativity…it’s a curse!”: Ava Wong Davies writes on Marina Carr and Yael Farber’s bloody, binary take on Lorca.
“Get in, losers, we’re going capital-W Weird”: Ava Wong Davies writes on Lisa D’Amour’s startling, dreamlike story of female adolescence.
‘A whirling, inescapable funhouse of micro and macroaggressions’: Ava Wong Davies writes on Tanika Gupta’s new adaptation of Ibsen’s play, relocated to colonial India.
Securely knotted: Ava Wong Davies writes on Ming Ho’s intricate, site-specific exploration of British-Chinese identity.
Floating away: Ava Wong Davies writes on a lukewarm devised piece about grief and wild swimming.
Adventures in attempted synchronicity: Ava Wong Davies writes on a devised performance about a friendship in flux.
Fact before feeling: Ava Wong Davies writes on Rob Icke’s streamlined Oedipus.
Glistening power: Ava Wong Davies writes on an exploration of blackness and queerness.
Contagious buoyancy: Ava Wong Davies writes on a time-slipping narrative of gender, love and swimming.