Theatre

Theatre at the <a href="/events/edinburghfringe">Edinburgh Fringe</a> and <a href="/events/eif">Edinburgh International Festival</a>.

Words with A. L. Kennedy in the Assembly Rooms' Drawing Room? Who could resist? Certainly not this reviewer,…
Summer holidays – long days by the sea, dad tinkering with the boat, mum painting, teenage son fishing, and…
Get down the pub for Early Doors (12pm to be precise) and remind yourself of the fun that was once to be…
Beneath the wing of his crashed aircraft, Bill Lancaster shelters from the Sahara sun and fills in his…
It’s a good thing the title specifies ā€˜abridged’ – as we are told almost immediately, the ā€˜original’ script…
Having briefly worked in a call centre and able to remember the almost unbearable agony of pre cigarette…
A beautiful, sunny August morning (rare for any Edinburgh Festival goer), a cup of coffee, fresh strawberries…
It was a chance handing of Agnes Owen’s 1998 novel, For the Love of Willie, to Phil Tong, director of the…
ā€œThe domino effect; You understand it as leading to catastrophe But learn its secrets And it can also lead to…
A shrewd modern take on a classic fairytale straight from Angela Carter – Twisted Tales take on The Company…
First written in 1997 by thirteen Brentwood students and their teacher, the play was brought to the Fringe…
In the 1930’s George Orwell shed his privileged background and stayed in Paris, scratching out a living…
Tim and Light is a tale about the nature of true friendship.
Without as much as the toot of a trumpet, the eminent art historian, critic and face of BBC’s Culture Show,…
Sitting sipping a latte in the genteel surroundings of the Summerhall courtyard, I'm buttonholed to go to a…
There is a certain reputation that follows an artist. That of heavy drinking, cigarette smoking, fiendish,…
Sigmund Freud and Edgar Alan Poe in the same play? What’s not to like? Sadly, rather a lot in the case of ā€˜Mr…
As the theme of ā€œ(There’ll Be Bluebirds Over) The White Cliffs of Doverā€ fades and Big Ben tolls, a third…
The old sink in the corner of the Anatomy Lecture Theatre at Summerhall is the accidental prop that reveals…
On a dark evening at the close of January 1823, Helen is writing to her husband Tom, in rather purple prose.