“Horror and grief seep, slither, crawl and loom”: Christine Irvine reviews Tom Wright’s new stage version of Joan Lindsay’s cult novel.
Creativity, imagination and anarchy: Christine Irvine reviews Anthony Neilson’s new version of Lewis Carroll’s classic children’s story.
Genuinely joyous communal theatre experience: Christine Irvine reviews Blood Of The Young at the Tron Theatre.
Light as frost, but never quite chilling: Christine Irvine reviews Rob Drummon’s taut family drama.
Energising and skin-crawling: Christine Irvine reviews a stage production of Trainspotting that doesn’t bow to the pressure of Danny Boyle’s film.
“As empty as George W Bush’s glassy stare”: Christine Irvine reviews the musical adaptation of Green Day’s early-noughties album.
“Merciless modern sensibility”: Christine Irvine reviews Zinnie Harris’ reworking of The Oresteia.
“A ferocious physical and psychological battle”: Christine Irvine reviews Frances Poet’s adaptation of August Strindberg.
Christine Irvine completes a marathon session of Rona Munro’s regal Scottish trilogy.
A swaggering, cheekily inventive musical play that continues Told By An Idiot’s tradition of sending in the clowns to do the serious business.
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“Caught in a knot of police protection, even the characters’ identities are fluid.” Christine Irvine reviews David Harrower’s work.
Painting by numbers.
Chekhov, up close.
A challenge and a warning.