Corrie Tan finds that “Shepard’s 1985 text still glitters with despair and devastation.”
Serious issues, plenty of humour: B. L. Sherrington is all made up by John Misto’s new three-handed comedy about two pioneers of the cosmetics industry.
My first theatre trip: Miriam Gillinson takes her two-year-old nephew to see Little Angel’s adaptation of Anna Kemp’s children’s book, and goes just a little bit bonkers.
Demands to be heard: Gillian Greer, sustained only by artisanal fudge, sees nine plays in one day as part of Cardboard Citizens’ incomplete history of housing.
The past is a strange country: Gillian Greer admires the gentle craftsmanship of Barney Norris’ new two-hander, the inaugural production in the Bush’s new studio space.
Searching for meaning among the chaos: Eleanor Turney reviews Duncan Macmillan’s adaptation of Paul Auster’s book.
Uneven, albeit thought-provoking: Victoria Willing’s new three-hander gets lost on the battlefields of the Somme, says Francesca Street.
A stage awash with blood and smoke: David Ralf delves into the uneasy moralities at play in Jamie Lloyd’s production of Rajiv Joseph’s brutal two-hander.
“A profoundly imaginative, sad and humorous exploration of agony and loss, of meaning and its absence”. Anna Winter reviews Crystal Pite’s dance-theatre piece.
Neil Bartlett brings to life “infuriating bureaucratic non-speak” in his adaptation of Albert Camus’s La Peste.
The idealism of childhood dreams: B. L. Sherrington finds love in this musical adaptation of Dodie Smith’s 1948 novel.
Like Brideshead without the grief: Anna Winter reviews a revival of Matthew Bourne’s younger creations.
The Joe Hill-Gibbins Problem: Sally Hales reflects on Marivaux’s eighteenth-century rom-com.
Old habits die hard: Fergus Morgan reviews Cressida Carrré’s all-female production of Posh.
A wet mist or haze coming inland from the sea: Arjun Sajip reviews Tallulah Brown’s new play at the Old Red Lion.