Terry Johnson's 1993 play uses Sigmund Freud and Salvador Dali to dip into psychiatry, art and a bit of farce.

Brecht makes savage humor out of a mediocre lunatic who became the most dangerous man in Europe.

Carrie Cracknell’s production renders Ibsen’s classic with cataclysmic force.

Mark Rylance’s production drags and drudges with heavy concepts and underwhelming performances.

Jonathan Church’s irresistible production shines with hilarious satirical moments and originality.

One wonders how on earth Clive Exton's script about a clan of low-class materialists landed financial backing or such a stellar cast.

In Michael Grandage's star-studded production, the woods serves as a venue for sexual liberation and exploration.

The title character transitions from painful gaucheness to ruthless confidence by walking a crooked path.

A remarkable performance by Tom Brooke gets washed out by a watered-down story.

Self-love mixes with self-destruction in Joe Hill-Gibbins’ postmodern, iconoclastic production.