There’s quite a bit of feminist literature out there speculating how the world would be different if men were the ones who had to give birth. Joe Penhall’s darkly hysterical play Birthday at the Royal Court takes us to the…
I’d gladly give another 8 hours to Gatz
At curtain call, I was so emotional that if I were to let go, I would have wept and wept and wept. I was so moved by the simple audacity of Elevator Repair Service’s Gatz – a reading and wonderfully imaginative…
Fear has potential but was ruined by a ghost
This is a very uncomfortable play and even with it’s many flaws Fear, playing at the Bush Theatre, is still and interesting story. The play chronicles disadvantaged youths, Kieran and his lackey Jason. We first meet Kieran as a meek…
Searching for duende in Bernarda Alba
Since seeing The House of Bernarda Alba at the Almeida a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been reflecting on what resonated with me immediately, and why that resonance has quickly dissipated. Frederico García Lorca’s 1936 and last completed play before…
Why I shouldn’t have done an MA, but why I’m glad I did
I say this now. The eve before my graduation. There came a point during the course of my MA where I was completely embittered toward my course. Although I had conscientiously chosen it for its mix of practice and theory,…