FringeReview UK 2022
The best Part 2 we can imagine.
Howard Brenton touching eighty is at the height of his powers. Tom Littler has assembled a pitch-perfect cast, reuniting two from his outstanding All’s Well. This too.
An object lesson in comic timing; a steep cut above the ‘real’ whodunnits we’re likely to see this year or next.
Turns the bleakness of six young men into a celebration of – for now – coming through
A great Hamlet almost realised
The definitive Henry V of our time
A wonderful score and musicians, above all Bea Segura’s titanic act of shrivelling, make this a must-see.
There’ll be nothing more blazing or relevant on the London stage this year.
Immersive, outstanding, unrepeatable and unimaginable anywhere else
No simple swapping of heirs and originals, but a dream of the future by Seacole, or equally present dreams raking the past. Do see this.
Judging by the audience, its bleakness tells. Middle bears its own epiphany.
The most convincing Much Ado for years
A gem of a production, Taylor McClaine a soaring talent to watch.
Ask yourself this. If there were no praise or blame – who would I be?
Stands alone, a wholly original twist to a growing alarm-bell of ethics.
Danny Webb gives the performance of his life. Ralph Fiennes is coiled majesty. Two-and-a-half hours of such material have rarely been so thrilling.
Lucy Kirkwood prophesies what’s in store with savage fury, and no-one’s exempt, least of all her.
There’s many reasons to see Williams’ finest play. To realise our potential it’s not enough to have dreams, but for someone to show us what those dreams could be.
It’s not just gender-swerving but role-swerving that threatens sexual and social order. Surprises light up even the last fade.
There’s no finer dramatisation of India’s internal conflicts. Shubham Saraf’s Gandhi-killer Godse stands out in this thrilling ensemble and storms it too.
Simply put: go see this if you’ve any feeling for postwar drama. It’s theatre on the rack and do we need it!
Such exquisite works find their time; speak to it again and again and again.
A reading of Adrian Schiller’s Shylock as probing as other great productions of the past decade; and of Sophie Melville’s nearly-rounded, brittle Portia.
Pamela Carter’s schoolboys embody human connectedness, warmth, a final camaraderie before the chill of history. Unmissable.
Not so much an event as a concentration of Errollyn Wallen’s genius celebrating the life of blind composer Maria Theresia van Paradis, in Graeae’s world-class production
Perfectly freighted; each character pitched with just enough choice to make us wonder what life, not Stephen Beresford will do with them. Outstanding.
Pitch-perfect and compelling. Sometimes knowing your prison walls too much can drive you mad.
Catch this sharp-witted, reflective, ever-swirling drama from a master storyteller.
Two Billion Beats was bursting with promise before. Now it delivers with a visceral yes.
Packs a mighty question that can still knock you off balance.
A Brechtian take on Samuel Beckett's iconic play
Ibsen’s elusive masterpiece is so rarely performed seeing it is an imperative. Played with such authority as here, in Norwegian and English, it’s not a luxury but a must-see.