How fascinating to see David Greig’s Europe again twenty-five years on from its premiere. What was Greig thinking about, I wonder, when he first wrote Europe in 1994? – a landscape so far distant from our own in 2019 in terms of optimism in a play also now so prescient of the violence that immigration has unleashed on Europe reigniting the rise of neo fascism barely fifty years after the war that many must have thought had crushed it forever. Continue reading →
Adam Brace’s Stovepipe, about the `reconstruction’ of Iraq after the war, was one of the highlights of 2009. Brace, a former journalist, wove a compelling picture of characters drawn to `theatres’ of war, the dirt, the dust and the human mess of it all. I loved Michael Longhurst’s promenade production, too, and his subsequent work with Nick Payne’s Constellations, Linda and Remembrance Day all at the Royal Court. Continue reading →
With extraordinary, even eerily apt timing, in the week that a judge ruled that a woman who felt she had lost her sparkle at 50 had a right to refuse life-saving dialysis treatment, the Royal Court’s latest deals precisely with the invisibility felt by older women. Continue reading →
A stone’s thrown down from The Bush theatre stands the West 12 Shopping Centre. Dwarfed by its pushy new arrival, Westfield, Unit 19 West 12 is now playing host to an unlikely nightly bombardment set in motion by the Bush’s enterprising Josie Rourke in collaboration with the National Theatre. Continue reading →
Some title. Nobody not of the persuasion could possibly have come up with such a barbed description. Nobody else could have got away with writing such a withering – and yes, shocking – account of Jewish family dynamics than someone deeply embedded in its layers of acrimony yet still have the chutzpah to call it `a comedy’.