“It exposes the pressures felt on women’s bodies”: Chris McCormack reviews Dublin Dance Festival’s collection of works by female choreographers.
Chris McCormack reviews “a production that is part play, part travelling book repository.”
Chris McCormack reviews a new adaptation of August Strindberg’s original work.
A spirited production that relishes in busting assumptions of female weakness.
Physicality is pushed to the verge of injury in Philip Connaughton and Ashley Chen’s collaboration.
Young love and companionship in the shadow of the Easter Rising.
Shepherd’s pie and politeness give way to duct tape and dead bodies in John Morton’s new work.
A “shattering effect” is achieved in August Strindberg’s work that “confounds classical conventions”.
Chris McCormack reviews a comedic show that considers “how easily do we nod agreeably to stories, and how often do we challenge them?”
But then shall I know.
That gun, again.