CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
OF SMALL comfort to theatre’s enduring existential crises during this unprecedented period is the ability to reach wider audiences online.
For a tiny hidden gem of a pub theatre such as the Finborough in West London, it is perhaps something they could look to utilise to take their productions beyond the 50, often sold-out, seats for their productions.
The story of first-world-war poet Charles Hamilton Sorley, the subject of It Is Easy to Be Dead, is certainly one a wider audience deserves to see.
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
MAYER WAKEFIELD is gripped by a production dives rapidly from champagne-quaffing slick to fraying motormouth
GORDON PARSONS acknowledges the authority with which Sarah Kane’s theatrical justification for suicide has resonance today


