
The Crucible (starring Richard Armitage) stage review (The Old Vic)
A very earthy and spookily atmospheric production suffers from some dated attitudes: not those of the 1690s but the 1950s.

A very earthy and spookily atmospheric production suffers from some dated attitudes: not those of the 1690s but the 1950s.

Richard Armitage. The Crucible. Tix acquired. Oh baby.

Martin Freeman. Richard III. Tix acquired. Cannot wait.

Wonderfully weird madcap nonsense: imagine Monty Python staging a Victorian sitcom.

A must-see for David Tennant fans who couldn’t get to London or Stratford for the RSC’s electric production; he’s as dynamic on stage as he is on screen.

This fascinating new plays works as a bitter commentary on the bureaucraticization of torture, and the difficulties of dealing with mental illness.

You simply press play at the start time on Friday, and then tweet your reactions during the show. I highly recommend it: it’s hilarious.

Snappy, snarky, and brisk, this is a drawing-room update on the classic story of the Egyptian queen, pulled off with effortless screwball panache.
Since Sydney is the seventh most represented city among my readership, I figure this is worth mentioning even though it’s only available to those living in or near there…
Yes, that’s Doctor Who’s Arthur Darvill as Mephistopheles in Doctor Faustus. I saw that production last year: you will want to see it, too.