AMI JONES finds the simple things the funniest in the Footlight’s latest offering.
AMI JONES finds this play just little bit too Muller-lite.
AMI JONES isn’t sure there’s much point in reviewing this, but she did it for you anyway.
AMI JONES is tired at you all for being so good-looking all the time.
AMI JONES has watched a play, past the wit of critic to say what play it was.
AMI JONES writes a race-y article for the second ever Culture Column.
Theatre Editor AMI JONES is left devastated by this production. And no, not in a good way.
AMI JONES watches Leeds and Bristol brutally out-funny Cambridge.
Bad writing finds salvation in strong acting, and AMI JONES finds a nice, warm, premature slice of home at the ADC.
AMI JONES is reduced to a quivering pile of theatre editor by this chilly killer of a show.
Some shows are prize turkeys. Some shows, like this one, just depict the buying of prize turkeys through the medium of well-handled character acting. In response, AMI JONES’ cup o’er runneth with cheer and bodily effusions.
AMI JONES is surprised not to have to denounce a production that touches on a lot of familiar tropes with style.
This week’s ADC lateshow leads to AMI JONES running away from the circus.
AMI JONES makes entirely appropriate dick jokes in the course of reviewing the Marlowe Society’s May Week effort.
AMI JONES takes her own miniature Odyssey to the ADC; but these strange islanders could do with some better lotos-plants. Also, you should read The Odyssey.