Birmingham based theatre company Stan’s Cafe (pronounced ‘caff’) on their latest production The Cardinals at the Roundhouse studio space, a chaotic and jubilant romp through key Bible stories, the Crusades, and with a final gesture towards Israel/Palestine’s current turbulence. Graeme Rose, Gerard Bell and Craig Stephens, and director James Yarker, discuss the show with host Dorothy Max Prior.
Honour talks to Ross Sutherland, John Osborne, Molly Naylor and Tom Searle from Show & Tell, about not quite being poets, genre distinctions, and something personal to share. Accompaniment is provided by a lawnmower.
Notes from where bucolic meets cutting edge.
Gareth returns to get elbow-deep with Our New Girl at The Bush.
Some dullards take on Sheen, and announce our sponsor the London International Mime Festival.
One of them is back, and we can’t work out whether it’s the good one. In the first of a series of new Gareths, theatre critic about town and Exeunt contributor Honour Bayes takes the lukewarm hotseat.
The boys cough; they are close to the end; so they review the megabus.
PR on the spot. The boys interrogate Amber Massie-Blomfield from Mobius PR as if she is a Bond villain – it turns out she isn’t.
The gentlefreaks Chris & Gareth attempt ten reviews in three minutes and thirty seconds.
…has broken them. In which our two villains get up with the birds, interview director Mark Leipacher, ask for warmth, and feel okay for about 40 minutes.
I hear you Edinburgh snoring. The two gibbering troubadours interview Alison Thea-Scott, get accused of snoring, and suffer a couch-surfing wipe-out.
Our fearless fools arrive in Auld Reekie to find uses for old flyers, diagnose themselves with Edinburgh fever, cry out for accommodation, and impersonate 19th century gentlemen.
Chris and Gareth ambush Exeunt writers at the emotional end of a night’s drinking, consider Mirror Teeth at the Finborough, acting so hard water comes out of your face, and the exciting new playwright Nick Gill.
This bi-week our favourite pribble-heads discuss Government Inspector at Young Vic, the lack of definite articles, excitingly bad accents, and milking Epsom.