Edinburgh News: theatre
If it saves time, you are only likely to enjoy this show if you are under 23, preferably male and think that constant reference to body parts can be nothing but unfailingly funny.
I have just escaped from a claustrophobic cellar, where a madman held an audience for 90 minutes.
We shared the basement with Frederick, butterfly collector and his abducted prize specimen, beautiful, spirited, art student, Miranda.
The stage is set: coffee table piled high with antiquarian leather-bound volumes and battered paperbacks; high stool; lectern with a giant dictionary. As the gentle strains of Baroque music fade away, David Benson wanders on in blue jeans, black shirt, linen jacket - and a smile.
I seem to remember that when I was a youth there was a sign in the local swimming pool that went along the lines of "No running, no bombing, no petting". All of this and much more happens in this production of Chekhov's "Ivanov".
Political satire is hardly a new concept, but this piece by Tom Basden (if.comedy Best Newcomer 2007) manages to humourously inject new life into the subject with a fresh approach in an effortlessly delivered hour of fun.
This is a sweet little tale, told in a series of monologues in an endearing, almost, over-the-garden-fence style by Ruth - a forty-something who is coming to terms with a less than fulfilling life.
The American short story, "The Yellow Wallpaper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman was first published in 1892 in the New England Magazine and now regarded as a prime work of feminist fiction. The first person narrator, an unnamed young woman, presents a personal memoir of her nervous breakdown suffering from post-natal depression.
There are some things that should never have found their way onto this good green earth.
It's not every day that you see almost completely naked performers pull pieces of chocolate out from between their pants and crotch and offer this not quite so tempting where-have-they-been-morsels
Bette Bourne, the renowned drag artist, is now in his seventies. In three separate parts, A Life in Three Acts takes us on his autobiographical journey.
Power Plant consists of 22 sound and light installations by five artists threaded through and around the glasshouses of the Royal Botanic Garden.
Almost as soon as the bridegroom steps forward to deliver a speech of thanks replete with unconscious irony and oozing self-satisfaction, one senses If That's All There Is may well be a gem of a s
I had never heard of the Dusseldorf Ripper. Come to think of it, I had never heard of Dusseldorf. I hated Geography at school. Mrs Haynes was a nasty old witch. She didn't exactly inspire interest. Only a desk of intricate doodles.
An e-ticket for this show appeared magically in my email inbox. Strange, I hadn't ordered it - was my fate being decided in some cyberspace dream world?
I do feel a bit guilty about calling Beggars Belief a rather bloated episode of Two Pints Of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps. It's not really that bad. In fact, of all the shows that I have seen so far in the fringe this year, this would be the one that I would recommend for ‘a good laugh before hitting the town on a Friday night'.
The vast space of the Assembly Hall with its high rafters and apron stage, is the ideal theatre to stage this majestic production, set as it is in classrooms, art studio, music room, and assembly h
Brought to Edinburgh by members of North Carolina theatre and performance troupe Concrete Generation, this was an impressionistic wander through the lives of two of the most inspirational, and aesthetically controversial, figures in American 20th century jazz: Miles Davis and John Coltrane.
I remember reading David Mamet's Oleanna many, many years ago. Specific memories of it are sketchy at best, but I do remember not liking it very much.
A colleague from book-trade days used to tell the story of how, whilst busking in London, the late John Betjeman sat on his fiddle at a party. The tale has the right mix of humour laced with sadness to almost make a Betjeman poem in itself.
Postmodernist '90s themes meet '60s Dixie Land tunes in this charming operetta about the effects of amnesia that may leave audience members scratching their heads over its enjoyably odd mixture of medicinal meandering and musical sobriety.