Reviews of A New Kind Of Wilderness, The Marching Band, Good One and Magic Farm by MARIA DUARTE, ANDY HEDGECOCK and MICHAL BONCZA
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Acute parliamentary question from Fritz
The playwrights interrogation of why people are driven to acts of terrorism is a pressing one for those in power, says PAUL FOLEY
SCOTT ALSWORTH foresees the coming of the smaller, leaner, and class conscious indie studio, with art as its guiding star
MARJORIE MAYO recommends an accessible and unsettling novel that uses a true incident of death in the Channel to raise questions of wider moral responsibility
MIK SABIERS wallows in a night of political punk and funk that fires both barrels at Trump
Reasonable radicalism, death in Abu Dhabi, locked-room romance, and sleuthing in the Blitz
SIMON DUFF recommends a new album from renowned composer and oud player Anour Brahem.
JAMES WALSH has a great night in the company of basketball players, quantum physicists and the exquisite timing of Rosie Jones
Parliament Square
Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester
WHAT drives someone to commit an act of complete desperation in the hope that it will change things for the better? Given the senseless events that have happened at Manchester Arena and elsewhere so far this year, that simple question, posed in James Fritz’s Parliament Square, makes it a timely and necessary play.
Its protagonist, Kat, can no longer sit by and watch the world descend into chaos. The relentless despair pouring form the news bulletins has seeped into her bones.
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