Amazing to think it’s nearly forty years, 1979, since Brian Friel wrote Aristocrats and thirteen years (2005) since the National revived it in a Tom Cairns production which included a budding Andrew Scott. Continue reading →
It’s interesting how Maggie Smith’s iconic 1969 performance as Edinburg teacher Jean Brodie has so stuck in people’s minds. Definitive in many ways, it was therefore brave of Josie Rourke to programme a revival.
Polly Findlay’s fine production, in David Harrower’s new adaptation, certainly justifies her decision. Continue reading →
Despite the fact that time has overtaken The York Realist to render it as almost as a parody of D H Lawrence, the writer Peter Gill himself championed and films such as the recent trail-blazer, God’s Own Country have made it seem almost too familiar, The York Realist still quietly insinuates its way into your heart. Continue reading →
Well, to start at the end, I can’t remember a more personally `engaged’ ending than Simon Evans manufactures for the climax of Brecht’s 1940s political satire on the rise of Hitler in an American gangland setting. Continue reading →