Dazzles in every sense: Eleanor Turney reviews the West End premiere of Dreamgirls.
Taking flying lessons: Amy Borsuk revisits a favourite childhood friend at the Southwark Playhouse.
Not for fans of Esther Greenwood: Rosemary Waugh reviews Ivo van Hove’s production of Hedda Gabler.
And that’s the joke. That’s the only joke: Fergus Morgan is emphatically unimpressed with a revival of Moss Hart and George S. Kaufman’s hollywood satire.
The giddy rush of escape: Tom Wicker reviews Sally Cookson’s Peter Pan at the National Theatre.
“If we had seats, we would be on the edges of them.” Gillian Greer reviews the NoFit State Circus’s promenade show.
“However much you may disapprove of schoolboy politics, it certainly makes for entertaining theatre.” Ed Clark reviews James Graham’s This House.
The brash hollowness of hope: Fergus Morgan reviews the London transfer of Buried Child.
And then there were none: Rosemary Waugh reviews the Globe’s Christmas show based on the stories of Hans Christian Andersen.
Each poem is a story: Alice Saville reviews Mark Rylance and Louis Jenkins’ Nice Fish.
A core of decay but also a throbbing, excited nucleus: Corrie Tan reviews the premiere of Lucy Kirkwood’s The Children.
Science set against emotion: Sophie Baggott reviews Genesis at the Soho Theatre.
An anxious piece for an anxious time: Anna Winter reviews the Wayne McGregor triple bill at the Royal Opera House.
Making something out of nothing: Brendan Macdonald reviews Gregory Doran’s production of King Lear for the RSC.
“It’s hard not to be won over.” Eleanor Turney reviews Half A Sixpence at the Noel Coward Theatre.