Walking, standing still: Eve Allin writes on Stan’s Cafe’s new show about urban inequality, performed on two travelators.
A bad trip: Eve Allin writes on Leo Butler’s surreal new play for Told by An Idiot.
Half Moon Shania is a punk show about young women trying to contort themselves into a shape besides sexiness.
Free skating: Far away from Edinburgh’s city centre, Le Patin Libre’s ice dance performance feels magical.
Holding your breath: Martin Zimmerman’s monologue is a tense exploration of gun violence and trauma.
Eve Allin reviews Meek, a new dystopian drama that isn’t so unfamiliar.
Kieran Hurley and Gary McNair’s play is a “delicate exploration of going from boy to man”.
Eve Allin sees the writer through her poems in Love Songs.
‘He holds us as if we are children’: Eve Allin on an intimate hour with [insert slogan here]’s Sam Ward.
Anger and passion: Eve Allin writes on LUNG Theatre’s fiercely political verbatim show about racism in Birmingham schools.
‘It feels like a moment’: Eve Allin responds to Theatre Uncut’s first female-only play series and discussion panel.
A massive middle finger pointed high into the air: Joana Nastari’s solo show is a story of sex work that demands attention.
“Can dogs count to one million?”: Eve Allin writes a jagged, dog’s-eye response to the story of a girl and her best friend.
Taking over an Edinburgh flat, Power Play are making space for female-led theatre at the fringe. Here’s Eve Allin on her visit.
Voices have to be heard: Eve Allin on why this well-meaning political piece doesn’t tell the whole story.