What Girls Are Made Of looks back on a teenage brush with stardom with adult wisdom and a 90s soundtrack.
Hannah Greenstreet writes on Lydia Larson’s hilarious monologue about “the fantasy lives we build to survive”.
Visual richness: Hannah Greenstreet writes on the images of Breach Theatre’s show, which dramatises the story of baroque painter Artemisia Gentileschi.
Simon Longman’s new play highlights the cyclical bleakness of village life.
Sisyphus with a shitty cell phone: Nicole Serratore reviews Eve Nicol’s play about modern relationships.
Om nom nom nom nom: Tom Moyser reviews Mamoru Iriguchi’s show for children.
The elephant in the room: Freddie Machin reviews Nick Mohammed’s alter ego Mr Swallow, back with an old-school magic show.
Resuscitating drama: Garry Starr’s show is a hilarious attempt to rattle through the whole of theatre in an hour.
Warmly chaotic: Ava Davies reviews Ell Potter and Mary Higgins’ show about bodies.
Sleeping is a kind of time travel… Crystal Bennes reviews a spoken word performance by Rosy Carrick.
Waves of anger: Nicole Serratore writes on Penelope Skinner’s play, and the grim realities of toxic masculinity online.
Freddie Machin reviews a narrative of grief by Finnish playwright Kaisa Lundan.
Why not add a little camp to the divided camps?: Brendan Macdonald reviews Jonny Woo’s glam take on a glum subject.
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.