Like a limbering up for Man and Superman written a decade later, George Bernard Shaw’s The Philanderer is a slightly watered down version of the later play with GBS at his most pugnaciously playful yet more than a little irritating, for all his `enlightened’ views. Continue reading →
This is a strange subject for Howard Brenton if only because T E Lawrence (aka Aircraftman Ross and later T E Shaw of the Royal Tank Corps) is one so indelibly associated with the film and the Rattigan play, coincidentally being revived next month at Chichester. Continue reading →
`How he does talk’, says Nicholas Prevost, resplendent in cream satin as a cross between Don Giovanni’s Commandant and Roebuck Ramsden, a guardian of George Bernard Shaw’s female protagonist, Ann Whitefield.