Review: You Bury Me

An essential play so rich in its one-hour-forty you emerge dazed with possibilities. Director Katie Posner hopes it’ll change you. So do I.


Review: Pussycat in Memory of Darkness

Neda Nezhdana’s play is a world: not simply a map of pain and war footage. Both essential and in the mesmerising Kristin Millward’s and Polly Creed’s hands, with this team, it’s almost a compulsory visit.


Review: SAP

SAP will endure as both a superb play and key witness in a struggle for acceptance, to be heard. See it.


Review: Sugar Coat

Essential theatre. Five singer-actors, memorably punchy music, witty and heartbreaking – most of all groundbreaking – storytelling. 90 minutes of this and you’ll know just what to do with the patriarchy.


Review: Beginning

Beginning is the kind of play we all know we need: wincingly heartwarming, devastatingly joyous. It’s quite wonderful. Don’t miss it.


Review: Dance of Death

A hectic in the blood of 20th century drama. Its just here the hectic is realised like never before.


Review: Farm Hall

A stunningly confident debut. My outstanding play of the year so far.


Review: Mad(e)

A mind-altering experience, and in writer and director one of the most inspiring partnerships I’ve seen


Review: The Journey to Venice

Wiebke Green possesses the measure and tempo as well as delicacy of Bjorn Vik’s work. An exquisite gem worth seeing more than many larger, longer, louder shows.


Review: Graceland

Understanding traumatic narrative from the outside: seeing through a skylight, darkly. An impressive debut


Review: Irrelevant

Keith Merrill and Debbie Chazen have crafted an Everywoman (and man) for whoever’s gifted yet still never makes it. Look forward to a lot more of this kind from Merrill’s Le Gallienne.


Review: Salt-Water Moon

In exquisitely caught Newfoundland accents, Bryony Miller and Joseph Potter craft a hypnotic, unfamiliar, unforgettable world in David French’s gaunt lyric of a love-song. Their chemistry’s palpable.


Review: James and the Giant Peach

With memorable music and ensemble singing added to a first-rate BLT production, there’s no better Christmas show in town.


Review: Dinner With Groucho

McGuinness produces one of his finest works wrought from the sawdust of others and rendered it the burst of stars that irradiate the end.


Review: Sarah

An unnerving testing of that space between naturalism and hallucination, redemption and blank unknowing, studded with a language that flies off the page.


Review: Not One of These People

Worth 95 minutes of anyone’s time, you come out heavier with the weight of where you’ve been.


Review: Something in the Air

An outstanding development in Gill’s oeuvre, and of permanent worth.


Review: The Solid Life of Sugar Water

What theatre can do, how it can change us, how completely different it is from any other experience, has few examples that come close to this.


Review: Jews. In Their Own Words.

It’s Jonathan Freedland’s and Tracy-Ann Oberman’s brilliance to bring off-kilter, casual devastation to the stage; in raw unsettlings that for many keep the suitcase packed.


Review: The Revlon Girl

The Revlon Girl is a masterpiece of displacement as ritual. Tess Gill’s directed many fine shows for BLT, but she’s never bettered this.


Review: Morning Glory

A small masterpiece of amused, unflinching reveal, which does something no-one else has done at all.


Review: Silence

More of a scattering of earth, ashes and love than simply groundbreaking. But caveats aside, groundbreaking it is.


Review: The Poison Belt

So what could a Sussex-based sci-fi tale of 1913 by Conan Doyle – a space-borne poison belt of gas that hits the earth – possibly have to do with the week of the greatest temperatures known in the UK?


Review: Prima Facie

if Comer doesn’t receive awards for this there’s no justice at all.


Review: Duck

An impressively finished play. Do see it.


Review: Shake the City

A real play bursting out of its hour-plus length; with complex interaction, uncertain journeys, each character developing a crisis of isolation only resolved by sisterhood


Review: The Dance of Death

Highlights the truth of its bleak laughter. Humane Strindberg. Now there’s a thing.


Review: That Is Not Who I Am

Lucy Kirkwood prophesies what’s in store with savage fury, and no-one’s exempt, least of all her.


Review: Astra

There’s nothing remotely like it and Foyle’s team have broken through to the stars.


Review: Cancelling Socrates

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.


Review: Damien

Outstanding on all counts. Do see it before it closes.


Review: Marys Seacole

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.


Review: Cock

A superb revival of Bartlett’s warmest, most ground-breaking, perhaps most enduring play so far.


Review: God of Carnage

Acting here is tighter than any version I’ve seen. This revival of a modern classic has to be the best of the Fringe so far.


Review: Middle

Judging by the audience, its bleakness tells. Middle bears its own epiphany.


Review: Cocky and the Tardigrades

Bonkers brilliance. Cocky couldn’t have been premiered with two more stunning actors, and the author’s flawless stepping-in remains remarkable.


Review: Orlando

A gem of a production, Taylor McClaine a soaring talent to watch.


Review: The Misfortune of the English

Pamela Carter’s schoolboys embody human connectedness, warmth, a final camaraderie before the chill of history. Unmissable.


Review: When We Dead Awaken

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.


Review: An Hour and a Half Late

Don’t miss this authentic, touching, devastatingly comic anatomy of a marriage as soufflé, supremely served by Rhys-Jones and Dee.


Review: Two Billion Beats

Two Billion Beats was bursting with promise before. Now it delivers with a visceral yes.


Review: Footfalls & Rockaby

Charlotte Emmerson and Sian Phillips make their parts indelible, and add to Beckett’s stock of pity, stoicism and a window on death. Outstanding.


Review: Metamorphoses

The overriding sense, not surprisingly with these actors, is joy.


Review: Rice

Do see this work of understated virtuosity, rich in character, substance, a shape-shifting singularity.


Review: Is God Is

A stunning, preternaturally timed production


Review: What If If Only

Churchill’s anatomy of grief is what abides. Its emotional plangency and pulling the future open is unique.


Review: Steam

There’s a grain in this play promising the transcendent.


Review: Mozzzi

Then it was DDT. Now it’s personal.


Review: This Beautiful Future

Heartstopping. There’s an absoluteness here we need. We must prove desperate for it or die ourselves.


Review: Paradise

A sleeping classic in the making


Review: The Twits

A summer must-see to charge you up for the autumn, and taking on the real twits ahead.


Review: Miss Julie

The end is like life-blood draining away. It’s what Strindberg meant. See it.


Review: Saviour

A remarkable one-person play, performed to literal fever pitch by its creator.


Review: On Arriving

On Arriving takes sixty minutes it seems we’ve been immersed in a Greek Tragedy of ninety. See it.


Review: Braw Tales

An innovative and bright response to the pandemic in cartoon and monologue that is as diverse as great to watch.


Review: and breathe…

Yomi Sode’s hybrid theatre is a compelling immersion of witness and poetry: we need more of it.


Review: More Grimm Tales

A rollicking production with razored timing, musical cues and ad-libs worked in to half-second slots. A must-see.


Review: Branching Out

Three very fine and one outstanding work, Scratches – the best kind of play on depression, self-harm, black holes. Because it’s screamingly funny and deeply connected to why we do theatre.


Review: Leaves

This haunting 45-minute tale is a superb small gem from Jermyn Street’s Footprints Festival.


Review: Jekyll & Hyde

The most viscerally convulsive realisation of Jekyll or Hyde imaginable


Review: Eng-er-Land

Writer/performer Hannah Kumari leaves you alert and exhilarated


Review: After All These Years

A superb play, it should as one director present said, be in the West End. With these actors.


Review: Push and Pull

A quietly thrilling evening, after it goes off with a bang and a bear.


Review: Shaw Shorts

A joyous, heady and oh-so-welcome return to this intimate yet high-kicking theatre. An absolute must-see.


Review: Two Horsemen

The glaring energy of this piece can’t disguise how it strikes profundity in its funny-bone.


Review: Hole

Don’t miss the chance to see this transcendent actor prove she possesses another dimension altogether.


Review: Anton Chekhov

The nearest we’ll come to meeting Chekhov. In Pennington’s masterclass.


Review: Sacrament

A revelation, superbly written and acted. Comparisons have been made with A Girl Is A Half-formed Thing. I can think of no higher praise either. You must see this.


Review: Living Newspaper #7

Like all the Royal Court’s Living Newspaper series, we need this. Watch a group of young dramatists take on the future


Review: Illusions of Liberty

A finely-calibrated solo play of what it’s like to enter that tunnel of near-undiagnosable but very real illness. Corinne Walker’s both authoritative and quicksilver. Do catch it.


Review: Vespertilio

Vespertilio marks Barry McStay’s emergence as a writer of distinction. Anything he writes now should be looked out for.


Review: Jew… ish

One of the wittiest but also truthful comedies about love, identity, sexual politics and gefilte fish I’ve seen


Review: Living Newspaper #6

Like all the Royal Court’s Living Newspaper series, we need this. Watch what this does with the future