Pentameters Theatre, tucked above a Hampstead gastropub, feels more like a community theatre than a professional fringe theatre. Many of the audience know each other, and the theatre staff feel like they are an intrinsic part of the building. AD Leonie Scott-Matthews introduces the show; she states to the mostly local audience that Tennessee Williams’ plays are the first to sell out when she announces a new season. Williams wrote over 70 short plays as well as the full-length scripts that established him as a writer, so if he’s so popular with her audiences these are a fantastic resource to tap. Rarely staged, many of them offer his trademark poetic language and characters that capture the seedy underbelly of their time and place. 

Wild at Heart is a collection of four of them spanning states and decades, but they all tap into similar moments of despair. The performances are mixed as are the directorial choices, but its a great opportunity to see some lesser-known works.

The four scripts are on similar quality, through Mr Paradise and Hello From Bertha have the more interesting storylines. Even so, not a lot happens in these playlets. All of the characters are barely on the fringes of society, isolated and lost. Hopelessness hangs over the dingy set and misery permeates every nook and cranny. It’s a shame that the performances aren’t better – inconsistent accents and generic heightened realism lack emotional truth and feel hollow. 

Director Seamus Newham uses the wide but shallow space effectively, though there is some dubiously mimed door and window opening on the fourth wall. The pace across the four plays is largely unvarying, but he has a decent sense for Williams’ rhythm.

Williams provides a little window into his world through these short plays, and even though there isn’t the opportunity for depth of character or thematic exploration, they are an insightful barometer of those on the margins of American society in the 30s, 40s and 50s. Even though they could be handled better, it’s a lovely opportunity to experience his lesser-known work.

Wild at Heart is now closed.

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It’s so easy to brush aside a production of Romeo and Juliet – it’s overdone, every one knows it, it’s not innovative. But when it’s staged with energy, passion and commitment, the story shines through and you’re reminded that it’s actually a wonderful play. Wolf-Sister Productions’ version does have some issues, but the vivacity with which they approach the text is truly captivating. A good edit and some phenomenal performances hovering on the edge of the Elizabethan remains of the Rose Playhouse make this Romeo and Juliet quite a special one.

Eight actors take on all of the roles, and four of them are women – a quiet middle finger to traditionalists – but the star performer is James G Nunn as Romeo. Nunn’s emotional and expressive range is phenomenal, and well beyond that normally gifted to the character. He soon renders the audience helpless at his feet as he barrels his way through the story. His Juliet doesn’t quite match him, unfortunately. Her love isn’t fully believable and, discarding the naivety of the character in favour of anger, she comes across as untenably mature. Niall Ransome is a hearty, grounded Mercutio and Esther Shanson’s direct address is quite good, as is her multi-rolling – though her Lady Capulet is the strongest of her four parts. The whole cast run, leap and wrestle constantly, keeping the energy and stakes high.

Director Alex Pearson insists on an explosive energy that cannily suits the impulsive, teen love affair within two duelling families. She sets the play within a refugee camp which, whilst the tents ringing the pool of water preserving the theatre’s remains are a pleasing aesthetic, doesn’t otherwise indicate it’s not a festival or a campground. Had the programme notes not stated it’s set in a refugee camp, I may not have guessed. There’s a mix of British accents, all but one actor is white, and the text is as written barring unnecessary concessions for gender swaps, so the only signpost of the specific location is the set.

Pearson does make some great choices, though. Mecutio’s undiluted venom towards Romeo as he dies is surprising, but grounded in believability. The sexual tension between Mercutio and Romeo is titilating and fun, and her female-led, often cross gendered casting is certainly commendable and provides another perspective on the characters, particularly the parental Friar Laurence. Pearson faces the challenges of the space head on, using the whole site as his stage with confidence.

Also executed well are the fights, choreographed by Dan Burman. The nastiness of knives adds to the visceral, impetuous energy that keeps the actors pelting around the space. It’s great to see a fringe theatre production use a proper fight director rather than the director try to fudge the choreography themselves.

Even though this recontextualisation doesn’t come across, the strong performances, unrelenting energy and intimacy provided by the venue make this a really rather good version. It’s accessible, easy to follow, and frames the eternal story of the star-crossed lovers and all of their tragic flaws excellently.

Romeo and Juliet runs through 10 December.

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For time immemorial we have sat in cosy circles sharing tales of gods, monsters and everyday heroes with those we love and those we have just met. Everyone has stories in their hearts – extraordinary and familiar – and we love to share in them. Storytelling is theatre in its most elemental form, one that unites and shares rather separates and distances. In a world so fragmented and polarised, this art form is a sorely needed leveller. 

Battersea Arts Centre’s London Stories: Made By Migrants gives a voice to those that howling Brexiteers long to expel, in a format that naturally brings people together. With 24 performers who share their stories, small groups of audience members commune with them and each other in a work that, whilst quietly direct, is a potent piece of peaceful direct action with stories that awaken the heart in these dark days.

There are no more than five or six per group, including a guide. Coloured wristbands labelled with the name of a London borough determine the six stories stories heard, each a solo effort in a room or corner of the vast building. The stories are a straightforward structure, simply told, with no theatrics. The tellers come from all walks of life and all over the world, though there are more than a few theatremakers in the collection. Their stories are as varied as they are: a young artist from New York who arrived on a spousal visa days after Brexit, a Jamaican man that has struggled with homelessness, a Syrian refugee, a Kuwaiti adoptee raised in the UK and her quest to find her birth parents. Some have more impact than others, but all are immensely personal and it a privilege to hear them.

Some of the lighting is too dark, which frustratingly prevents eye contact with the storytellers even in such intimate settings. Most of the stories are told live, though there is at least one filmed story by a holocaust survivor. It’s a nice variation, though the liveness is missed. The stories are stylistically similar which isn’t an issue, though it would be interesting to explore different forms and structures across the stories offered. There are also some lengthy waiting times in between – though it is lovely to chat and connect with others in the group, it would be great to see another couple of stories instead.

This storytelling installation is much needed medicine in this post-referendum/Trump time. It reminds us of the importance of being still and listening, and the vast amounts of empathy such a simple task fosters. London Stories: Made By Migrants is necessary, vital and accessible work. Don’t miss it.

London Stories: Made By Migrants runs through 26 November.

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Ellie and Richard live a comfortable, domestic life in 1990s little England. Only their marriage is in pieces because Richard can’t bear the thought of touching Ellie, who just wants to get knocked up and have a child like their friends, Nick and Lisa. Richard’s too busy with his work as an obstetric surgeon and his amdram-esque club of British comedy, the Dead Funny Society. When Benny Hill dies and he tries to arrange a party to commemorate his life and work, all doesn’t go to plan when his private life and the public party collide.

Terry Johnson’s 1994 play functions both as a cleverly interwoven tribute to old school British comedy and a domestic drama, with a good balance of comedic and serious moments. But even though the play is only a couple of decades old, it occasionally feels its age. There is also a particularly dubious casting or directorial decision that is, quite frankly, incredibly racist.

Johnson’s first act is the stronger of the two, though the start of a stereotypically bickering couple takes a bit of time to develop. Once it picks up, the moments of hilariously staged sexual dysfunction between Ellie and Richard are the funniest. Act two, starting with the party for Benny Hill, quickly loses its way in a mire of impressions of comedic sketches where little else happens. The four society members who turn up are wearing some sort of semi-fancy dress with the white Nick (Ralf Little) dresses up as an East Asian character complete with gobsmackingly offensive accent. There is no reason why this role couldn’t be played by an East Asian actor, or Johnson (who also directs) could make a different accent choice. Once the plot moves away from the play acted in-jokes and returns to the collapse of a marriage it vastly improves, crescendoing into a satisfying mix of slapstick and emotional trauma.

Of the cast of five, four are fantastic. Katherine Parkinson as Ellie particularly excels with her sarcastic, deadpan delivery. Though she alienates the other characters, the root of her bitterness is moving – she just wants a husband who loves her. Steve Pemberton’s camp Brian is utterly delightful with his good intentions and genuine care for his friends. Ralf Little is the weakest (though not bad by any means), with occasional moments of awkward delivery.

Most of this production is reasonably enjoyable, though the script is a bit baggy with the comedy references. The mix of genres keeps the story from being too light or weighty, but the performances are the best part of this production. Even with the old fashioned gags and racism, it’s a fun show.

Dead Funny runs through 4 February.

Ticket courtesy of @TheatreBlogs/theatrebloggers.co.uk & stagedoorapp.com

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William is going through a rough time. Newly separated from his partner and the mother of his son, he’s sleeping in his office and contemplating the path that led him to this situation. As he walks to his ex’s house, he shares choices, anecdotes and memories to the ether but few of them are endearing. Actually, most of them showcase a character that is self-absorbed and entitled, and delivered with casual flatness. Adrian Edmondson’s latest work, an adaptation of the memoirs of the same title by William Leith, lacks charm, theatricality and a likeable character. Whilst the goal of addressing male mid-life crises is an admirable one, the execution is ineffective and uninteresting.

Edmondson portrays William as articulate and sensitive, but the rambling, stream-of-conscious script moves at a brisk pace with little variation in rhythm or tone. He largely glosses over the subtlety of the language, and there is little emotional expression. The moments where he does display vulnerability are lovely, but they are too infrequent to redeem the piece from the drudgery of someone who has lost their way and refuses to do anything about it. It’s a frustrating experience – the script has plenty of room for connection with the text and the audience – both are largely ignored.

Lily Arnold’s set and Amy Mae’s lighting are excellent, though. As boring as the performance is, the design is fun and colourful. Children’s toys are suspended from neon rope lights over a pristine white stage; these toys are lit when William talks about them: a playhouse is his home, the Beano is a newspaper.

There’s something fundamentally indulgent about a one-person show focused on the experience of being in the midst of an existential midlife crisis. There is no further agenda or message in the piece for the audience to take away, the character generates little empathy and Edmondson’s delivery prevents any real connection with the audience. Whilst I’m sure there is a demographic of middle aged men who will gravitate to this piece, Bits of Me Are Falling Apart is otherwise alienating and dull.

Bits of Me Are Falling Apart runs through 3 December.

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By guest critic Tom Brocklehurst, @TomLikesTheatre

The advertising calls this a ‘shamanic rave’ – perhaps that is the best description of this hour of shambolic, low-budget hedonism. But there’s a lot to be said for Follow the Faun as a night out, especially if you like any of the following: raves, drama games, aerobics and glitter. 

The show is essentially an hour-long raverobics session, led by our wired guru/dance tutor The Faun. Under his instruction we are led through a series of wild dance routines: we gallop along hillsides, we disembowel our prey, and we have lots of enthusiastic sex. There’s not really much more to the performance, apart from the predictable stuff about feeling your energy and loving each other. But most of it is great.

Andy Black as The Faun certainly takes his role very seriously, and it’s his charisma and conviction that carries the show. We’re told repeatedly early on that ‘not joining in isn’t sexy’ and this message seems to get through, as the majority of the audience leap into the dance routines with aplomb.

There are awkward moments – the miming of sexual exploits certainly had a few people laughing awkwardly, and the masculine tone of that section is more than a little seedy. However, hedonistic rave-ups aren’t the place for prudishness, and we were soon onto the next section – the lady-fauns dance their response in a rather tame tribute to female icons Beyonce, Eva Peron and, er, Marilyn Monroe. 

Criticisms aside, I went in with more than a touch of scepticism, and came out sweaty, exhausted and grinning ear to ear. This isn’t a show for everyone – certainly not those of a prudish disposition – but it’s great for a quirky night out or if you just fancy a shamanic rave.

Follow the Faun runs through 12 November.

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