Joe Wright's production suffers from the very sentimentality and melodrama of the Victorian stage that is portrayed in this story.

Jamie Lloyd directs a fierce and brutal evening where heaven and earth shake with equal intensity.

As much as some would like to see it done, recreating the original magic of A Chorus Line may border on impossibility.

Bob Avian's production plays to the strengths of Michael Bennett's original.

The creative team has revised the book and the score, efforts that amount to a loss.

The extraordinary company dreamthinkspeak offers up a highly inventive meditation on our Faustian relationship with machines.

Adrian Noble’s rather plodding production fails to measure up to the Olivier's broad production value.

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.