STEVE ANDREW enjoys an account of the many communities that flourished independently of and in resistance to the empires of old
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Dream of a production
MARY CONWAY sees a gender-bending version of a classic Shakespeare comedy triumphantly reconfigured
Lighting up the stage: David Moorst and Gwendoline Christie
[Manuel Harlan]
TOM STONE urges you to catch the last dates of a New York singer/songwriter, never afraid to challenge her audiences musically or politically
JAN WOOLF examines work that aims to give viewers a material experience of the environments in the polar north and Britain equally affected by the climate crisis
The bard recalls advice received 50 years ago from his TRB muse, and sorts out appropriate legislation for football club ownership
MICHAL BONCZA and MARIA DUARTE review Facing War, Kontinental ’25, Bugonia, and Relay
MAYER WAKEFIELD is frustrated by a production of Ibsen’s classic study of an anti-heroine that fails to elucidate her motivations
PETER MASON tunes his ear into the domestic affairs of a Carribbean couple with a troublesome son
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.
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