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
WHAT do you get if you take a group of young adults who have been through the care system, and shut them in a disused office building with face-paint, costumes and a copy of George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion?
What if a plague is raging outside (so they say) and they can only eat if they maintain their posh turn-of-the-century characters, or be punished?
What if this bizarre subjection of vulnerable people to thespian instruments of torture is being streamed live for voyeurs with a taste for psychological breakdown in period costume, like a kind of agonising, stage-struck Luvvie Island?
ANGUS REID applauds the potential of an ambitious show about Gaza, and encourages it to keep its nerve
ANGUS REID recommends that you discover a uniquely intimate community venue in central Edinburgh for an evening of beer and ambitious jazz
ANGUS REID squirms at the spectacle of a bitter millennial on work experience in a gay sauna
GORDON PARSONS acknowledges the authority with which Sarah Kane’s theatrical justification for suicide has resonance today


