FringeReview UK 2019
A carnival riot of joy – with enough misdirection to evoke moonshine
This surely is the greatest Dream since Peter Brook’s landmark 1970 production.
With vintage Ayckbourn funny is devastating. Vintage BLT too.
This has to be the smartest debut from this venue since Jessica Swales’ Bluestockings: no wonder the playscripts sold out early.
Exceptional and vibrant, the company prove it’s one to revive.
A heartwarming revival. Jack Laskey, Bettrys Jones and Nadia Nadarajah have made a space for this As You Like It well beyond its initial moment last year.
For Lucy Phelps and Sophie Khan Levy above all, this is a joyful As You Like It.
A first-rate revival
If only one could see it twice: but try it at least once.
Heartwarming. It has the brash conviction of it origins, out and proud of it.
Convinces here far more than any production I’ve seen.
They deliver, in Costa Blanca spades.
Renders complex sexual feeling and friendship with the grace of the everyday
For a farce there’s only one spot of monotony. That’s how uniformly outstanding this is.
We now know more of Greene than upstart crows
You must queue to see this. It’s quite wonderful.
The triumph of this newly-energized production is bringing the darker Falstaff to a diverse audience
I’ve not seen a festival of short plays to compare with these.
A beautifully-constructed play, small in compass, big in scope and deft at managing the transitions
The finale is grounded in silences; an almost tragic awareness of the nature of the Essendines’ love. Outstanding.
Prepare to be Tartuffed.
A lovelorn lothario with ants in his pants meets his match in a knockabout clown play
Unmissable in this – er, newly enhanced production.
The most cogent, most fun at the Globe this year.
It is the definitive musical about biscuits
A necessary production you’re unlikely ever to see anywhere else.
Highlight how good the play is just where we’re not looking for it
Highlights how good the play is just where we’re not looking for it
An outstanding revival.
They render a faint scroll alive with wit