To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
The Bridge Theatre London
THE BAD news is that, as with Brexit, responses to production will fall into two bitterly divided camps. The good, though, is that unlike with those negotiations, this tale of desperate lovers is thrillingly theatrical and worth anyone’s time.
Not only does Nicholas Hytner have a ball, he invites all to join in the unconstrained hedonism of a last blow-out party on the edge of doom. It’s a welcome antidote to the current world at large.
Just as with Hytner’s earlier Julius Caesar at the Bridge, this is a promenade performance where half the audience stand. And the action is everywhere — from high-wire acts, soaring glass booths and ivy-laden brass beds to floating moon balls, glamorous fairies and a gravity-defying Puck.
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
Although this production was in rehearsal before the playwright’s death, it allows us to pay homage to his life, suggests MARY CONWAY
MARY CONWAY applauds the success of Beth Steel’s bitter-sweet state-of-the-nation play
MARY CONWAY is blown away by a flawless production of Lynn Nottage’s exquisite tragedy


