The Master Builder at the Old Vic | A triumph of tenderness and madness
**Here be spoilers** Being perplexed by The Master Builder is nothing new. Generations of audiences have sat equally bewildered and fascinated…
Category: Theatre
Beyond Bollywood | or how I had a Bollywood scene
The s.o. loves me despite some of my weirdness (and sometimes, because of it). Case in point, he surprised me…
Electra at the Old Vic | Hugely disappointing
I love the Old Vic. Let me get that out of the way now. I’ve watched an earth shattering Hedda…
The Nether | Disturbing and fascinating in equal measure
A few years ago, while I was doing academic research on online creativity, I had the honour of discussing activities…
The Commitments. Good cast in an unconvincing musical.
There are two reasons why I don’t want to be too harsh with The Commitments. One has nothing to do…
The Drowned Man | An exercise in epistemology
Discussing The Drowned Man with my s.o. (I loved it, he was enraged by it) we soon finished our “did…
Old theatre programmes
I’m visiting my mum in Greece, her house being the repository of all things I can’t fit into wherever I…