Blood At The Root not only explores the impact of prejudice, but the expectations and burdens of racial and sexual identity themselves.
The set design was perfect and the use of space skillfully executed, the performers placed themselves amongst the audience for certain scenes which worked well in that space.
As grand a statement as this is I completely stand by it; this show will change your world.
This account of one of the Great War’s most under-reported struggles is long overdue, although Ettie herself would probably have wondered what all the fuss was about.
The play is very light comedy peopled with very stock characters telling a very unimaginative tale. But it isn’t actually boring, somehow. The actors are very good, despite some verbal fumblings, and the vernacular dialogue is dead-on.
REG is a love letter to a star of the stage.
The conceit is brilliant: the audience submit song titles, and from them the cast improvise a musical on stage. It’s panicky, messy and infinitely entertaining theatre, as the audacious and talented cast manage the feat with aplomb.
Each member of the audience is offered a strip of wet flannel and a piece of dark chilli chocolate…
The Book of Loco flies along with tempo and spittle, bouncing from tale to tale as Alirio invites the audience to share in his stories.
Girl Who Won’t Grow Up is surprisingly quirky and refreshingly unique; a top-notch show from an emerging local talent.
Margaret Fulton: Queen of the Dessert was like attending a charming dinner party where you are sitting next to your best mate, but opposite Grandad Bob – who fights you for the gravy dish and can’t take his eyes from your chest. You turn to one side and love relishing in old memories and laughing at good times; turn to the other and you can’t escape the cringe-worthy stories and vulgar jokes.
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While to some in the audience it may seem that the show itself is wanky, those audience members are clearly missing the point and should go watch something simpler, like standup comedy. Fät Wânk, with all its umlauts and accents, is primarily a show about how much superfluos rubbish passes for art these days.
SORT of like a Chaplian-esque silent movie on stage, Kaput is a rollicking hour of slapstick brilliance
complete with ladders, buckets and plank gags.
The show put on by The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppets is certainly nothing ground-breaking, nor is it a high tech production, but it is worth the ticket price nonetheless.