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Isabelle Dupuy on a special edition of the Radio 4’s The Listening Project, part of a month of performances to celebrate the centenary of women’s suffrage.
Why would men not try to understand what women want? That is the question Ella Hickson sets out to answer in her latest play The Writer.
After witnessing segregation and tribalism at the school gates, actress Félicité Du Jeu wrote Spiked to show “what mothers have in common rather than focus on their differences”.
“Innocence ended: the fight for gun control in a land where guns are valued more than children’s lives”.
Tony Kushner and Jeanine Tesori have written a fierce, rousing opera celebrating the Civil Rights Movement.
Angry is an anthology of monologues by Philip Ridley, perhaps Britain’s most distinctive living playwright.
In 1958, The Birthday Party was so widely panned it closed after eight performances. Sixty years later, enjoying one of the starriest revivals in the West End.
Yous Two is Georgia Christou’s first play and, crucially, the first Hampstead Downstairs play to be open for press reviews. It is a great choice.
In this part of the world there is a Dry season – during which I’m visiting – and a Wet season so severe that cyclones are regular visitors…
This controversial Andrea Dunbar revival could easily have been unwatchable in the current climate, but on the whole it has a surprising lightness of tone.
In this directorial debut by BAFTA-winning City of God editor Daniel Rezende, a struggling soft-porn actor finds new life as a clown.
James Fritz’s new play is bold, fresh and acutely observed – but also an incredibly uncomfortable theatrical experience.
Bad Roads – a form of oral history about the ongoing war in Ukraine – is a political act, documenting a shocking reality in a conflict characterized by fakery.
I must admit I am a big crier at the theatre, but Streetlights, People! Productions’ take on Adam Gwon’s 2009 Off-Broadway sleeper hit deserved every tear that was shed.
I was kneeling handcuffed on the floor of a church in a knitted red balaclava – not my average Thursday evening by a long shot.