MICHAL BONCZA highly recommends a revelatory exhibition of work by the doyen of indigenous Australians’ art, Emily Kam Kngwarray
Going nowhere fast
MICHAEL STEWART is left perplexed by an odd rag-bag of a play
(L to R) Patrick Walshe Mcbride as Hugo, Eva Pope as Val, Vincent Franklin as Sir Neil Marriot, Grace Hogg-Robinson as Sarah and, taking pictures, Megan Mcdonnell as Wynona
[Manuel Harlan] 
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years
GORDON PARSONS is riveted by a translation of Shakespeare’s tragedy into joyous comedy set in a southern black homestead
GEORGE FOGARTY relishes the music of black British artists that channels Carribbean, Latin and club sounds, along with contemporary west African radicalism
CHRIS SEARLE hears the ordeal of the Palestinian people in the improvised musicianship of a UK jazz trio
DAVID RENTON is puzzled by an ambitious attempt to look back on world culture from the future without engaging with or understanding it
The Snail House
Hampstead Theatre
THE title The Snail House, we are informed, comes from a Nigerian saying; “Even a snail will eventually reach its home.” What this means I’ve no idea as I thought it carries its home on its back.
Author Richard Eyre has written his first play at age 79 after a lifetime of directing for the stage and screen other writers’ works. Moreover, as the scourge of Covid was turning most of us into stir-crazy psychotics he was inspired by the pandemic to pen this state of the nation oeuvre.
Sir Neil Marriot (Vincent Franklin), a respected paediatrician who has risen to fame during the plague, is holding a celebratory birthday dinner at his son’s old school.
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