Not a creak in this sparkling production: Liza Goddard possesses an innate sense of how this should go: straight, elegant sang-froid touched with just the right amount of welcome; Powell inhabits the higher bluster; Antony Eden pitches it just right; Lindsey Campbell exudes recently thrown-off gawkiness. Herford knows what he’s about: pace, panache, and more than a dose of Ayckbourn’s generosity of spirit, which glows here as telling the world how it was going to be.
Expertly-tailored, classy and for the most part surely-pitched fare: Stephen Unwin is sure-footed too and coaxes the best from his ensemble: jewel-like precision, light-footed blocking and quotable gestures makes this a production ravishingly conscious of its superiority.
Beautifully designed and sumptuous production where the palm goes to the older cast, in this fresh and vigorous production. Look out for matching buttonholes, silks and ensemble.
This is a relentless one act play about the pressure placed on girls by the media. It unpicks the irony of being advised to resist peer pressure and be independent, yet being told what to buy, how to look and how to behave.
A re-imagining of the myth of Narcissus and a contemporary fable blending live theatre & projection, which questions what happens when the consumer becomes the consumed.
Advice on how to sex up your life and your period appendages sets tongues wagging for a second year in this warm comedy from Alpha males to a wicked Omega-
The performers, two actors and a musician playing violin, manage to create a whole world and a host of characters (apparently around 44 which in itself is a mind boggle) in the space of an hour.