“How do we remember it?” Chris McCormack attends Louise Lowe’s Dublin-based promenade work commemorating the Easter Rising.
“It exposes the pressures felt on women’s bodies”: Chris McCormack reviews Dublin Dance Festival’s collection of works by female choreographers.
“On this scale, man doesn’t seem to stand a chance.” Chris McCormack reviews Blue Raincoat Theatre Company’s intrepid performance.
Chris McCormack reviews “a production that is part play, part travelling book repository.”
Chris McCormack reviews a new adaptation of August Strindberg’s original work.
A spirited production that relishes in busting assumptions of female weakness.
Physicality is pushed to the verge of injury in Philip Connaughton and Ashley Chen’s collaboration.
Young love and companionship in the shadow of the Easter Rising.
Shepherd’s pie and politeness give way to duct tape and dead bodies in John Morton’s new work.
A “shattering effect” is achieved in August Strindberg’s work that “confounds classical conventions”.
Chris McCormack reviews a comedic show that considers “how easily do we nod agreeably to stories, and how often do we challenge them?”
Dublin’s two week festival takes the January blues to new artistic heights with a programme of performances exploring mental health and illness. Chris McCormack looks at what its performances have to say about Ireland’s future and past psychological wellbeing.
But then shall I know.