Despite the cast's talents, director Ian Rickson provides us with a trio of dumb, maladjusted malcontents.

Stage effects transform the Almeida into a haunted house.

A tumult of visual ideas in Lucy Bailey’s revival, some better than others, creates an uncertain overall aesthetic.

After two impressive plays that deal with similar subject matter, Polly Stenham's third effort fails to measure up.

As Oscar Wilde is waiting to be arrested in the Cadogan Hotel, there is a sense of baying for blood.

Oliver Ford Davies takes the title role in this touching, understated production.

Nick Payne's Constellations brings string theory to the stage, and Michael Longhurst's production pulls it off brilliantly.

Titas Halder’s chamber production proves refreshingly and brutally funny.

It was a year in which the Globe gave abundant voice to Shakespeare and the Royal Court resounded with play after play.