No-one was caught napping at the National Theatre last night when war broke out on the Lyttelton stage. Mortar fire to the left of us, canons roaring to
Georges Feydeau must have written his French farce, Every Last Trick, knowing that one day it would fall into the hands of those anarchic clowns of the modern
Rebellion and insurrection is all around, the king is struggling to keep hold of the Hollow Crown and, amid all the chaos one man reigns supreme. Antony Sher’s
Chekhov gets a bad rep for creating a bleak and depressing image of Mother Russia and its people. His plays are frequently so full of angst and darkness
Petty pilfering in the workplace is now so accepted that it has been decriminalised by society. Hand on heart, who hasn’t filched the odd notebook, roll of sticky
The Mousetrap was finally sprung last year after 60 years of playing to bemused audiences in the West End. It hasn’t stopped touring since. The 2014 tour has
Family secrets are occasionally best left hidden and the Wyeth family have more cause than most to keep quiet about the terrible truth of their past. But a