by guest critic Meredith Jones Russell
The Quantum Physics of My Heart is a delightful one-woman show inviting the whole audience to take a trip down memory lane to reminisce about the 1990s-2000s, as well as the timeless and universal challenges of being a teenager.
by guest critic Joanna Trainor
Renowned pharmacist and amateur printing press business owner Sydney Clancy has been murdered. With nothing more than a kettle, a Church sponsored by Evian and some shady characters to go on, Detective Ball has to solve the grizzly crime that’s rocking the parish of Little Horton.
by guest critic Meredith Jones Russell
Conquest plays with narratives and points of view to deliver a hilarious if sometimes predictable exploration of feminism and consent.
by guest critic Joanna Trainor
“Remember me; I sparkled.”
Philip Ridley’s ability to write about the most grotesque scenarios with the most beautiful language will never cease to amaze. The director tweeted to say he was glad I enjoyed the show, but “enjoy” never feels like the right word for Ridley. Uncomfortable, anxious, grossed out but oddly moved by the whole thing seems far more appropriate. And let’s face it, we wouldn’t want our in yer face theatre any other way.
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