During the odd ‘in-between’ space that is Week 0, I searched for a show to give me something to do, amid the random dilly-dallying and the odd collection currently occupying my time.
“What is a good life?” This axiological question, asked earnestly in the opening lines of James Graham’s The Standard of Living – playing at Theatre Royal Haymarket until December 12 – is often overlooked by the fractured and hyper-specialised discipline of economics.
Whether it’s a mild sniffle or full-blown tears, I always end up feeling a bit ridiculous about the whole ordeal when it’s over. I mean, it’s not real, is it? Why do I waste my grief on things that haven’t happened, that will never happen?
With his aquiline nose, translucent skin and
deep pale eyes, Ralph Fiennes certainly makes an impression. And that is even before
he speaks or emotes -...
“Lights up. The actor is alone” - type aspiring
playwrights all over the world, unconsciously in unison. I anticipate reading this
line (or something similar) over...
When you imagine ‘going
to the theatre’, an image of
you in your dressing gown, sitting on the sofa and eating popcorn probably
doesn’t come to mind....
What do buffet staff think about as they watch you stuff down your fourth
plate of chicken chow-mein? Maybe they’re questioning why anyone drinks cows’
milk...
Audition season for Trinity plays is beginning. Prepare your monologues and get ready to neglect your studies. More importantly though, get shopping for a...
When one mentions the play, Kafka’s Dick, needless to say, it raises a few eyebrows (at least in my experience). Though the title has some relevance...
Translating and adapting two Greek plays and then squeezing them into one production was an ambitious undertaking, but Shadows of Troy has pulled it off.
The...
‘Children of the new morning, criminal minds Selfish and greedy and loveless and blind. Reagan’s children’
Angels in America is a play about bodies. Kushner revels in...