Calendar Girls seems as long as a calendar year. It is far less satisfying than the movie version.
Wallace Shawn's The Fever generates little heat. For starters, it's more of a lecture than a play.
It's a nasty bit of history that Nicholas de Jongh tells us about in Plague Over England. A near casualty:Sir John Gielgud.
A handsome, but flawed production of The Winter's Tale gets the summer season at Stratford under way.
Trevor Nunn's revival of A Little Night Music will leave audiences smiling in the summer night and all other times too.
In Death and the King's Horseman, Wole Soylinka has once again gotten across his message about the tragic consequences of imperial interference.
This is lesser (Athol) Fugard -only those obsessed with seeing all of the South African master's work will feel obliged to see it.
Early Stephen Sondheim gets a fair shake of it in the charming Saturday Night.
This show is definitely a crowd pleaser. Goodbye to the Palace for another decade or so.
Steven Berkoff's On the Waterfront gives us a prodigious display of technique. Unfortunately, the emotional connection is sorely lacking.