Oklahoma! Review
An astounding crafted deconstruction of the golden age musical
Issue 1798
My blue shirt left in an arid sun
I like to forget that you exist, but I only know this joy when you are remembered and the joy no longer lasts. A pleasure known with hindsight, a pleasure that will always last the memory of touch and skin and the kiss of corduroy linger. But memory fades like
The Handmaid's Tale Review
As the audience enter the London Coliseum, the handmaids’ red jackets, symbols of their oppression, dangle on stage inhabited as if being worn by invisible figures.
A drawn-out American get together
Explore the familial dysfunction in a 'scientific' American family for a change.