Kenneth Branagh has exhumed an old Terence Rattigan one-act that could have stayed buried.

Bone and flesh are punished under the merciless grind of industrialisation in Richard Jones' visceral production.

For the price of a single admission, three plays are offered up at the National.

Denise Gough does brilliant work as an addict going through the sheer hard grit of rehabilitation.

This play was screaming for a modern reboot, and the result is a blistering triumph.

Nicole Kidman plays Rosalind Franklin, whose contribution to science was stifled by her male colleagues.

A play about a real-life gay college student driven to suicide fails to capitalize on its emotional material. 

The audience experiences in visceral fashion the decaying of a man’s brain, and the effect is profound.

Mark Rylance plays the melancholic 18th-century monarch whose personality transforms when he is sung to.

This production strips away any martial pomp and circumstance, leaving men approaching battle with heavy hearts.